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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Angel of the Tenement, by George Madden
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+Title: The Angel of the Tenement
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+THE ANGEL OF THE TENEMENT
+
+by
+
+GEORGE MADDEN MARTIN
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+New York
+Bonnell, Silver & Co.
+1897
+
+Copyright by
+Bonnell, Silver & Co.,
+1897.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+    CHAPTER                                                   PAGE
+
+       I. The Advent of the Angel                                1
+
+      II. The Entertainers of the Angel                         16
+
+     III. Introduces the Little Major                           26
+
+      IV. The Angel Becomes a Fairy                             37
+
+       V. The Angel Rescues Mr. Tomlin                          55
+
+      VI. The Major Superintends the Angel's Education          72
+
+     VII. Miss Ruth makes the Acquaintance of Old G. A. R.      90
+
+    VIII. The Angel meets an old Friend                         99
+
+      IX. Mary Carew is Tempted                                111
+
+       X. The Major Obeys Orders                               122
+
+      XI. Tells of the Tenement's Christmas                    125
+
+
+
+
+THE ANGEL OF THE TENEMENT.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+THE ADVENT OF THE ANGEL.
+
+
+The ladies of the Tenement felt that it was a matter concerning the
+reputation of the house. Therefore on this particular hot July morning
+they were gathered in the apartment of Miss Mary Carew and Miss Norma
+Bonkowski, if one small and dingy room may be so designated, and were
+putting the matter under discussion.
+
+Miss Carew, tall, bony, and more commonly known to the Tenement as Miss
+C'rew, of somewhat tart and acrid temper, being pressed for her version
+of the story, paused in her awkward and intent efforts at soothing the
+beautiful, fair-haired child upon her lap and explained that she was
+stepping out her door that morning with her water-bucket, thinking to
+get breakfast ready before Miss Bonkowski awoke, when a child's
+frightened crying startled her, coming from a room across the hall which
+for some weeks had been for rent.
+
+"At that," continued Miss Carew, moved to unwonted loquacity, and
+patting the child industriously while she addressed the circle of
+listening ladies, "at that, 'sure as life!' says I, and stepped across
+and opened the door, an' there, settin' on this shawl, its eyes big like
+it had jus' waked up, an' cryin' like to break its heart, was this here
+baby. I picked her right up an' come an' woke Norma, but it's nothin' we
+can make out, 'ceptin' she's been in that there room all night."
+
+Many were the murmurs and ejaculations from the circle of wondering
+ladies, while Miss Bonkowski, a frowzy-headed lady in soiled shirt waist
+and shabby skirt, with a small waist and shoulders disproportionately
+broad; and with, moreover, a dab of paint upon each high-boned
+cheek,--nothing daunted by previous failures, leaned forward and putting
+a somewhat soiled finger beneath the child's pretty chin, inquired
+persuasively, "And isn't the darling going to tell its Norma its name?"
+
+Miss Bonkowski spoke airily and as if delivering a part. But this the
+good ladies forgave, for was not this same Miss Norma the flower that
+shed an odor of distinction over the social blossoming of the whole
+Tenement? Was not Miss Bonkowski a chorus lady at The Garden Opera
+House?
+
+So her audience looked on approvingly while Miss Norma snapped her
+fingers and chirruped to the baby encouragingly. "And what is the
+darling's name?" she repeated.
+
+The little one, her pitiful sobbing momentarily arrested, regarded Miss
+Bonkowski with grave wonder. "Didn't a know I are Angel?" she returned
+in egotistical surprise.
+
+"Sure an' it's the truth she's spakin', fer it's the picter of an angel
+she is," cried Mrs. O'Malligan, she of the first-floor front, who added
+a tidy sum to her husband's earnings by taking in washing, and in
+consequence of the size of these united incomes, no less than that of
+her big heart, was regarded with much respect by the Tenement, "just
+look at the swate face of her, would ye, an' the loikes of her illegant
+gown!"
+
+"Won't it tell its Norma where it came from? Who brought the dearie here
+and left it in the naughty room? Tell its Norma," continued Miss
+Bonkowski, on her knees upon the bare and dirty floor, and eyeing the
+dainty embroidery and examining the quality of the fine white dress
+while she coaxed.
+
+"Yosie brought Angel--" the child began, then as if the full realization
+of the strangeness of it all returned at mention of that familiar name,
+the baby turned her back on Norma and pulling at Mary Carew's dress
+imperatively, gazed up into that lady's thin, sharp face, "Angel wants
+her mamma,--take Angel to her mamma," she commanded, even while her baby
+chin was quivering and the big eyes winking to keep back the tears.
+
+"Sure an' it shall go to its mammy," returned Mrs O'Malligan soothingly,
+"an' whir was it ye left her, me Angel?"
+
+"Yes, tell its Norma where it left its mamma," murmured Miss Bonkowski
+coaxingly.
+
+"Yosie bring Angel way a way," explained the baby obediently. "Yosie say
+Angel be a good girl and her come yite back. Where Yosie,--Angel wants
+Yosie to come now," and the plaintive little voice broke into a sob, as
+the child looked from one to the other of the circle beseechingly.
+
+The ladies exchanged pitying glances while the persevering Miss Norma
+rattled an empty spool in a tin cup violently to distract the baby's
+thoughts. "And how old is Angel?" she continued.
+
+Again the tears were checked, while the grave, disapproving surprise
+which Miss Bonkowski's ignorance seemed to call forth, once more
+overspread the small face, "Didn't a know her are three?" she returned
+reprovingly, reaching for the improvised and alluring plaything.
+
+"Yes, yes," murmured Miss Bonkowski apologetically, "Angel is three
+years old, of course, a great, big girl."
+
+"A gwate, big girl," repeated the baby, nodding her pretty head
+approvingly, "that what Yosie say," then with abrupt change of tone,
+"where her breakfast, her wants her milk!"
+
+"An' she shall have it, sure," cried Mrs. O'Malligan promptly, and
+retired out the door with heavy haste, while Miss Bonkowski hospitably
+turned to bring forth what the apartment could boast in the way of
+breakfast.
+
+Meanwhile the other ladies withdrew to the one window of the small room
+to discuss the situation.
+
+"That's it, I'm sure," one was saying, while she twisted up her back
+hair afresh, "for my man, he says he saw a woman pass our door yesterday
+afternoon, kinder late, an' go on up steps with a young 'un in her arms.
+He never seen her come back, he says, but Mis' Tomlin here, she says,
+she seen a woman dressed nice, come down afterwards seemin' in a hurry,
+but she didn't have no child, didn't you say, Mis' Tomlin?"
+
+Thus appealed to, timid little Mrs. Tomlin shifted her wan-faced,
+fretting baby from one arm to the other and asserted the statement to be
+quite true.
+
+"An'ther case of desartion," pronounced Mrs. O'Malligan, having
+returned meanwhile with a cup filled with a thin blue liquid known to
+the Tenement as _milk_, "a plain case of desartion, an' whut's to be
+done about it, I niver can say!"
+
+"Done!" cried Miss Bonkowski, on her knees before Mary and the child,
+crumbling some bread into the milk, "and what are the police for but
+just such cases?"
+
+The other ladies glanced apprehensively at Mrs. O'Malligan, that lady's
+bitter hatred of these guardians of the public welfare being well known,
+since that day when three small O'Malligans were taken in the act of
+relieving a passing Italian gentleman of a part of his stock of bananas.
+Mrs. O'Malligan had paid their fines in the City Court, had thrashed
+them around as many times as her hot Irish temper had rekindled at the
+memory, but had never forgiven the police for the disgrace to the family
+of O'Malligan. And being the well-to-do personage of The Tenement, it
+should be remarked that Mrs. O'Malligan's sentiments were generally
+deferred to, if not always echoed by her neighbors.
+
+"An' is it the polace ye'd be a-callin' in?" she burst forth volubly,
+reproach and indignation written upon the round red face she turned upon
+Miss Norma, "the polace? An' would ye be turnin' over the darlin' to the
+loikes of thim, to be locked up along with thaves an' murtherers afore
+night?" And, as a chorus of assenting murmurs greeted her, with her
+broad, flat foot thrust forward and hands upon her ample hips, Mrs.
+O'Malligan hurried on.
+
+"The polace is it ye say? An' who but these same polace, I ask ye, was
+it, gettin' this Tiniment,--as has always held it's head up
+respectable,--a-gettin' this Tiniment in the noospapers last winter
+along of that case of small-pox, an' puttin' a yellow flag out, an
+afther that nobody a-willin' to give me their washin', an Miss C'rew
+here as could get no pants to make, an' yerself, Miss Norma, darlint,
+an' no disrespect to you a-spakin' out so bold, a-layin' idle because of
+no thayater a-willin' to have ye. An' wasn't it thim same polace
+crathurs, too, I'm askin' ye, as took our rainwather cistern away along
+of the fevers breakin' out, they made bold to say, the desaivin'
+crathers,--an' me a-niver havin' me washin' white a-since, for ye'll
+aisy see why, usin' the muddy wather as comes from that hydranth
+yirselves!"
+
+Mrs. O'Malligan glanced around triumphantly, shook her head and hurried
+on. "An' agin, there's little Joey. Who was it but the polace as come
+arristin' the feyther of the boy for batin' of his own wife, and him
+sint up for a year, an' she a-dyin' along of bein' weakly an' nobody to
+support her, an' Joey left in this very Tiniment an orphan child! Don't
+ye be a-callin' in no polace for the loikes of this swate angel choild,
+Miss Norma darlint, don't ye be doin' it! An' the most of thim once
+foine Irish gintlemen, bad luck to the loikes of thim!"
+
+Mrs. O'Malligan paused,--she was obliged to,--for breath, whereupon Miss
+Bonkowski very amiably hastened to declare she meant no harm, having
+absolutely no knowledge of the class whatever, "except," with arch
+humor, "as presented on the stage, where, as everybody who had seen them
+there knew, they were harmless enough, goodness knows!" And the airy
+chorus lady shrugged her shoulders and smiled at her own bit of
+pleasantry. "But for the matter of that, I still think something ought
+to be done, and what other means can we find for restoring the lost
+innocent?" and Miss Norma tossed her frizzled blonde head, quite
+enjoying, if the truth be told, the touch of romance about the affair.
+For once she seemed to be meeting, in real life, a situation worthy of
+the boards of The Garden Opera House, in whose stage vernacular a
+missing child was always a "lost innocent." "If we do not call on the
+police, Mrs. O'Malligan, how are we to ever find the child's mother?"
+
+Here Mary Carew looked up, and there was something like a metallic click
+about Mary's hard, dry tones as she spoke, for the years she had spent
+in making jeans pantaloons at one dollar and a half a dozen had not been
+calculated to sweeten her tones to mellowness, nor to induce her to
+regard human nature with charity.
+
+"Don't you understand?" she said bluntly, "all the huntin' in the world
+ain't goin' to find a mother what don't mean to be found?"
+
+"But what makes you so sure she don't?" persisted Miss Bonkowski,
+letting the child take possession of spoon and cup, and quite revelling
+in the further touch of the dramatic developing in the situation.
+
+Unconsciously Mary pressed the child to her as she spoke. "It's as plain
+as everything else that's wrong and hard in this world," she said, and
+each word clicked itself off with metallic sharpness and decision, "the
+mother brought the child here late yesterday, waited until it was asleep
+in the room over there, then went off and left it. Why she chose this
+here particular Tenement we don't know and likely never will, though I
+ain't no doubt myself there's a reason. It ain't a pretty story or easy
+to understand but it's common enough, and you'll find that mother never
+means to be found, an' in as big a city as this 'n', tain't no use to
+try."
+
+"I will not--cannot--believe it," murmured Norma--in her best stage
+tones. Then she turned again to the child. "And how did it come here,
+dearie? Has baby a papa--where is baby's papa?"
+
+The little one rattled the tin spoon around the sides of the cup. "Papa
+bye," she returned chasing a solitary crumb intently. "Yosie sick,
+mamma sick, Tante sick, but Angel, her ain't sick when she come way a
+way on--on--" a worried look flitted over the flushed little face, and
+she looked up at Norma expectantly as if expecting her to supply the
+missing word, "on,--Angel come way a way on--_vaisseau_--" at last with
+baby glee she brought the word forth triumphantly, "Papa bye and Angel
+and mamma and Tante and Yosie come way a way on _vaisseau_!"
+
+"You see," said Mary Carew, looking at Norma, and the others shook their
+heads sadly.
+
+Miss Bonkowski accepted the situation. "Though what a vasso is, or a
+tante either, is beyond me to say," she murmured.
+
+"But what is goin' to be done with her, then?" ventured little Mrs.
+Tomlin, holding her own baby closer as she spoke.
+
+There was a pause which nobody seemed to care to break, during which
+more than one of the women saw the child on Mary's knee through dim eyes
+which turned the golden hair into a halo of dazzling brightness. Then
+Norma got up and began to clear away the remains of breakfast and to
+clatter the crockery from stove and table together for washing, while
+Mary Carew, avoiding the others' glances, busied herself by awkwardly
+wiping the child's mouth and chin with a corner of her own faded cotton
+dress.
+
+Submitting as if the process was a matter of course, the baby gazed
+meanwhile into Mary's colorless, bony and unlovely face. Perhaps the
+childish eyes found something behind its hardness not visible to older
+and less divining insight, for one soft hand forthwith stole up to the
+hollow cheek, while the other pulled at the worn sleeve for attention.
+"What a name?" the clear little voice lisped inquiringly.
+
+Poor Mary looked embarrassed, but awkwardly lent herself to the caress
+as if, in spite of her shamefacedness, she found it not unpleasant.
+
+The baby's eyes regarded her with sad surprise. "A got no name,
+poor--poor--a got no name," then she broke forth, and as if quite
+overcome with the mournfulness of Mary's condition, the little head
+burrowed back into the hollow of the supporting arm, that she might the
+better gaze up and study the face of this object for pity and wonder.
+
+Poor Mary Carew--would that some one of the hundreds of un-mothered and
+unloved little ones in the great city had but found it out sooner--her
+starved heart had been hungering all her life, and now her arms closed
+about the child.
+
+"I reckon I'll keep her till somebody comes for her," she said with a
+kind of defiance, as if ashamed of her own weakness, "it'll only mean,"
+with a grim touch of humor in her voice, "it'll only mean a few more
+jean pantaloons a week to make any how."
+
+"We'll share her keep between us alike, Mary Carew," declared Norma,
+haughtily, with a real, not an affected toss, of the frizzed head now,
+"what is your charge, is mine too, I'd have you know!"
+
+"Sure, an' we'll all do a part for the name of the house," said Mrs.
+O'Malligan, "an' be proud." And the other ladies agreeing to this more
+or less warmly, the matter was considered as settled.
+
+"An' as them as left her know where she is," said Mary Carew, the click
+quite decided again in her tones, "if they want her, they know where to
+come and get her--but--you hear to what I say, Norma, they'll never
+come!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+THE ENTERTAINERS OF THE ANGEL.
+
+
+It was one thing for the good ladies of the Tenement to settle the
+matter thus, but another entirely for the high-spirited, passionate
+little stranger,--bearing every mark of refined birth and good breeding
+in her finely-marked features, her straight, slim white body, her
+slender hands and feet, her dainty ways and fearless bearing,--to adapt
+herself to the situation. The first excitement over, her terror and
+fright returned, and the cry went up unceasingly in lisping English
+interspersed with words utterly unintelligible to the two distracted
+ladies, begging to be taken to that mother of whom Mary Carew
+entertained so poor an opinion.
+
+It was in vain that good woman, with a tenderness and patience quite at
+variance with her harsh tones, rocked, petted, coaxed and tried to
+satisfy with vague promises of "to-morrow." In vain did Norma, no less
+earnestly now that the touch of romance had faded into grim
+responsibility, whistle and sing and snap her fingers, the terror was
+too real, the sense of loss too poignant, the baby heart refused to be
+comforted, and it was only when exhaustion came that the child would
+moan herself to sleep in Mary's arms.
+
+So passed several days, the baby drooping and pining, but clinging to
+Mary through it all, with a persistency which, while it won her heart
+entirely, sadly interfered with the progress of jean pantaloons.
+
+As for the more material Norma, whose time, free from the requirements
+of her profession, had hitherto been largely given to reshaping her old
+garments in imitations of the ever-changing fashions, finding that the
+baby clung to Mary, she bore no malice, but good-naturedly turned her
+skill toward making the poor accommodations of their room meet the needs
+of the occasion, and in addition appointed herself maid to her small
+ladyship. And an arduous task it ultimately proved, for, as the child
+gradually became reconciled and began to play about, a dozen times a day
+a little pair of hands were stretched toward Norma and a sweet, tearful
+voice proclaimed in accents of anguished grief, "Angel's hands so-o-o
+dirty!"--which indeed they were each time, her surroundings being of
+that nature which rubbed off at every touch.
+
+Indeed so pronounced was the new inmate's dislike to dirt, that Mary,
+sensitive to criticism, took to rising betimes these hot mornings and
+making the stuffy room sweet with cleanliness. Not so easy a task as one
+might imagine either, in an apartment which combined kitchen, laundry,
+bedroom, dining-room and the other conveniences common to housekeeping
+in a 12 × 15 space, as evidenced by the presence of a stove, a table
+with a tub concealed beneath, a machine, a bed, a washstand, two chairs,
+and a gayly decorated bureau, Norma's especial property, set forth with
+bottles of perfumery, a satin pin-cushion and a bunch of artificial
+flowers in a vase. And in putting the room thus to rights, when it is
+considered that every drop of water used upon floor, table or window,
+had to be carried up four flights of stairs, the sincerity of Mary's
+conversion to the angelic way of regarding things cannot be doubted.
+
+Nor, if Mary's word can be taken, were these efforts wasted upon her
+little ladyship, who, awakened by the bustle on the very first occasion
+of Mary's crusade against the general disorder, sat up in the crib
+donated by Mrs. O'Malligan,--the last of the O'Malligans being now in
+trousers,--and hung over the side with every mark of approving interest.
+And happy with something to love and an object to work for, Mary
+continued to scrub on with a heart strangely light. "And I couldn't
+slight the corners if I wanted to," she told her neighbors, "with them
+great solemn eyes a-watchin' an' a-follerin' me."
+
+It was on a morning following one of these general upheavals and
+straightenings that the three sat down to breakfast, the two ladies
+feeling unwontedly virtuous and elegant by reason of their clean
+surroundings. The Angel seeming brighter and more willing to leave
+Mary's side, Norma put her into one of their two chairs, and herself
+sat on the bed. But no sooner had the baby grabbed her cracked mug than
+her smooth forehead began to pucker, and, setting it down again, she
+regarded Norma earnestly. "Didn't a ought to _say_ something?" she
+demanded, and her eyes grew dark with puzzled questioning.
+
+"And what should you say, darling?" returned Norma, leaning over to
+crumble some bread into the milk which a little judicious pinching in
+other directions made possible for the child.
+
+The baby studied her bread and milk intently. "Jesus"--she lisped, then
+hesitated, and her worried eyes sought Norma's again,--"Jésus"--then
+with a sudden joyful burst of inspiration, "Amen," she cried and seized
+her mug triumphantly.
+
+"It's a blessing she is asking," said Norma with tears in her eyes, "I
+know, for I've seen it done on the stage, though what with the food
+being pasteboard cakes and colored plaster fruit, I never took much
+stock in it before," and she laughed somewhat unsteadily.
+
+"Bread and butter, come to supper," sang the baby with sudden glee,
+"that what Tante says.--Where Angel's Tante?" and with the recollection
+her face changed, and the pretty pointed chin began to quiver. A moment
+of indecision, and she slipped down from her chair. "Kiss Angel bye,"
+she commanded, tugging at Mary's skirts, "her goin' to Tante," the
+little face fierce with determination, every curl bobbing with the
+emphatic nods of the little head, "kiss her bye, C'rew," and the wild
+sobs began again.
+
+So passed a week, but, for all the added care and responsibility, the
+longer this wayward, imperious little creature, with the hundred moods
+for every hour, was hers, the less was Mary Carew disposed to consider
+the possibility of any one coming to claim her. Not so with the
+blonde-tressed chorus lady, who combined more of worldly wisdom with her
+no less kindly heart. Patiently she tried to win the child's further
+confidence, to stimulate the baby memory, to unravel the lisped
+statements. But it was in vain. Smiles indeed, she won at length,
+through tears, and little sad returns to her playful sallies, but the
+little one's words were too few, her ideas too confused, for Norma to
+learn anything definite from her lispings.
+
+But Norma was not satisfied. "My heart misgives me," she murmured in the
+tragic accents she so loved to assume,--one evening as she pinned on her
+cheap and showy lace hat and adjusted its wealth of flowers, preparatory
+to starting to the Garden Opera House, "my heart misgives me. It seems
+to me it is our duty, Mary, to do something about this,--to report
+it--somehow,--somewhere"--she ended vaguely. "Hadn't I better speak to a
+policeman after all?"
+
+Mary Carew drew the child,--drowsing in her arms,--to her quickly. "No,"
+she said, and her thin, bony face looked almost fierce, "no, for if you
+did and they couldn't find her people, which you know as well as I do
+they couldn't, do you s'pose they'd give her back to us? They'd put her
+in a refuge or 'sylum, that's what they'd do, where, while maybe she'd
+have more to eat, she'd be enough worse off, a-starvin' for a motherin'
+word!"
+
+Miss Bonkowski, abashed at Mary's fierce attack, made an attempt to
+speak, but Mary, vehemently interrupting, hurried on: "I know whereas I
+speak, Norma Bonkowski, I know, I know. I've gone through it all myself.
+I ain't never told you," and the knobby face burned a dull red, "I was
+county poor, where I come from in the state, an' sent to th' poor-house
+at four years old, myself, and I know, Norma, the miseries whereas I
+speak of. And the Lord helpin' me," with grim solemnity, "an' since He
+sent you here huntin' a room, an' since He helped me get the machine,
+hard to run as it is, somehow I'm believin' more He's the Lord of us
+poor folks too,--an' Him a-helpin' me to turn out one more pair of pants
+a day, I'll never be the means of puttin' no child in a refuge no-how
+an' no time. An' there it is, how I feel about it!"
+
+Miss Bonkowski turned from a partial view of herself such as the
+abbreviated glass to her bureau afforded. "Well," she said amiably,
+"coming as I did from across the ocean as a child," and she nodded her
+head in the supposed direction of the Atlantic, "and, until late years,
+always enjoying a good home, what with father getting steady work as a
+scene-painter, as I've told you often, and me going on in the chorus
+off and on, and having my own bit of money, I don't really know about
+the asylums in this country. But I have heard say they are so fine,
+people ain't against deserting their children just to get 'em in such
+places knowin' they'll be educated better'n they can do themselves."
+
+Mary's pale eyes blazed. "Do you mean, Norma Bonkowski," she demanded
+angrily, "that you'd rather she should go?"
+
+Miss Bonkowski shrugged her shoulders somewhat haughtily. "How you do
+talk, Mary! You know I don't,--but neither do I believe she is any
+deserted child, and it's worrying me constant, what we ought to do. Poor
+as I am, and what with father dying and the manager cutting my salary as
+I get older,--I'll admit it to you, Mary, though I wouldn't have him
+know I'm having another birthday to-day--" with a laugh and a shrug,
+"why, as I say, I am pretty poor, but every cent I've got is yours and
+the child's, and you know it, Mary Carew," and the good-hearted
+chorus-lady, with a reproachful backward glance at her room-mate,
+flounced out the door, leaving the re-assured Mary to sew, by the light
+of an ill-smelling lamp, until her return from the theatre near
+midnight.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+INTRODUCES THE LITTLE MAJOR.
+
+
+While the fine, embroidered dress in which the Angel had made her
+appearance was all Mrs. O'Malligan had claimed it as to daintiness and
+quality, after a few days' wear, its daintiness gave place to dirt, its
+quality thinned to holes.
+
+Upon this the Tenement was called into consultation. The Angel must be
+clothed, but what, even from its cosmopolitan wardrobe, could the house
+produce suitable for angelic wear? Many lands indeed were represented by
+the inmates who now called its shelter home, but none from that country
+where Angels are supposed to have their being.
+
+"On my word," quoth Miss Bonkowski to the ladies gathered in the room at
+her bidding, and Miss Norma gave an eloquent shrug and elevated her
+blackened eyebrows as she spoke, "on my word I believe her little heart
+would break if she had to stay in dirty, ragged clothes very long. Such
+a darling for being washed and curled, such a precious for always
+cleaning up! It makes me sure she must be different,"--Miss Norma was
+airy but she was also humble, recognizing perhaps her own inherent
+shrinking from too frequent an application of soap and water--"she's
+something different, born and bred, from such as me!"
+
+But at this the ladies murmured. Miss Bonkowski had been their pride,
+their boast, nor did their allegiance falter now, even in the face of
+the Angel's claims to superiority.
+
+Miss Bonkowski was not ungrateful for this expression of loyalty, which
+she acknowledged with a smile, as she tightened the buckle on the very
+high-heeled and coquettish slipper she was rejuvenating, but she
+protested, nevertheless, that all this did not alter the fact that the
+Angel must be clothed.
+
+"As fer th' dirt," said the energetic Mrs. O'Malligan, on whose ample
+lap the Angel was at that moment sitting in smiling friendliness, "sure
+an' I'll be afther washin' her handful uv clothes ivery wake, meself,
+an' what with them dozens of dresses I'm doin' fer Mrs. Tony's childers
+all th' time, it's surely a few she'd be a-givin' me, whin I tell her
+about th' darlint, an' me a niver askin' fer nothin' at all, along of
+all mine bein' boys. Sure an' I'll be a-beggin' her this very day, I
+will, whin I carry me washin' home."
+
+And Mrs. O'Malligan being as good as her word, and Mrs. Tony
+successfully interviewed, the good Irish lady returned home in triumph
+bearing a large bundle of cast-off garments, and at once summoned the
+Tenement to her apartments.
+
+The first arrived ladies were already giving vent to their appreciation
+of the Tony generosity when Miss Carew and Miss Bonkowski arrived,
+Mary's bony face, in deference to the angelic prejudices now ruling her,
+red and smarting from an energetic application of the same soap as
+ministered to her room's needs, but beaming with a grim pride as she
+bore the radiant Angel, wild with delight at getting out of her narrow
+quarters.
+
+Yielding to the popular voice, though not without reluctance, Mary
+placed her darling in Mrs. O'Malligan's lap, and the process of
+exhibiting and trying on the garments began at once.
+
+For a time her small ladyship yielded graciously, until seeing her
+pretty feet bared that the little stockings and half worn shoes might be
+fitted, she suddenly cast her eyes about the circle of ladies, and won
+by the pretty, dark beauty of young Mrs. Repetto, the Tenement's bride
+of a month's standing, imperiously demanded that lady to take the pink
+toes to market.
+
+Overcome with having the public attention thus drawn upon her, pretty
+Mrs. Repetto in the best Italian-English she could muster, confessed her
+inability to either understand or comply, whereupon the baby, bearing no
+malice in her present high good-humor, proceeded to take them herself.
+
+"This little pig went to market," the angelic accents declared, while
+her ladyship smiled sweetly upon Mrs. Repetto, and Mary Carew
+breathlessly motioned for silence with all the pride of a doting
+parent.
+
+"This little pig stayed home--" the ladies on the outskirts pressed near
+that they too might hear.
+
+"This little pig had bread and cheese," whereupon Mrs. Repetto
+recovering, went down on her knees to be nearer the scene of exploit.
+
+"This little pig had none;" the interest now was breathless, and as the
+last little pig went squeaking home the ladies nearest fell upon the
+darling and covered her with kisses.
+
+"An' it's jus' that smart she is, all the time," declared Mary Carew
+proudly, "an' 'taint like she's showin' off, either, is it, Norma?"
+
+When at last the trying on was over, and the Tony generosity was
+sufficiently enlarged upon, the ladies, as is the way with the best of
+the sex, fell into a mild gossip before separating. And while racy bits
+of Tenement shortcomings were being handed around, the small object of
+this gathering, too young, alas, to know the joys denied her because of
+her limited abilities to understand the nature of the conversation,
+slipped down from Mrs. O'Malligan's lap, and eluding Mary's absent
+hold, proceeded to journey about the room, until reaching the open
+door, she took her way, unobserved, out of the O'Malligan first floor
+front and leaving its glories of red plush furniture and lace curtains
+behind her, forthwith made her way out the hall door into the street.
+
+The hot, garbage-strewn pavements and sunbaked gutters swarmed with the
+sons and daughters of the Tenement. Directly opposite its five-storied
+front was the rear entrance to the Fourth Regiment Armory. And there, at
+that moment, a sad-eyed, swarthy Italian,--swinging his hand-organ down
+on the asphalt pavement in front of the Armory's open doors, was
+beginning to grind out his melodies. And with the first note, children
+came running, from doorstep and curb, from sidewalk and gutter, while,
+at the same moment, in the open door of the Armory appeared a small,
+chubby-cheeked boy, who had upon his head a soldier cap so much too
+large for him as to cover the tips of his ears entirely, and who,
+moreover, wore, buckled about his waist, a belt gay as to trimmings and
+glittering with silver finishings. If the Fourth Regiment boasted a
+Company of Lilliputian Guards here surely was a member.
+
+The Angel, in the Tenement door, was enchanted. How different a world
+from that upstairs room under the roof! She kept step to the music and
+nodded her head to the fascinating little boy in the Armory door. And
+the sharp eyes of that young gentleman had no sooner espied the nodding
+little creature in the doorway opposite, than heels together, head
+erect, up went a quick hand to the military cap. The Angel was being
+saluted, and while her ignorance of the fact prevented her appreciating
+that honor, the friendliness of the little boy was alluring. Down the
+steps she came, her little feet tripping to the measure of the music,
+her skirts outheld, and flitting across the pavement and over the curb,
+she made for the group of children in the street. Cobblestones, however,
+being strange to the baby feet, up those dancing members tripped and
+down the Angel fell, just as a wagon came dashing around the corner of
+the streets.
+
+Out rushed the small boy from the Armory door, and, scattering the crowd
+around the organ, caught the fallen Angel by the arm, and raised his
+hand with an air of authority, as, with a grin, the driver on the wagon
+drew up his horse and surveyed the group, and the sad-eyed Italian,
+recognizing the superior attraction, shouldered his organ and moved on.
+
+"Hello," cried the man on the wagon seeing the child was not hurt, "yer
+can soak me one if it ain't little Joe! Where'd yer git dem togs, kid?
+What'r' yer goin' in fer anyhow, baby perlice?"
+
+The region in the neighborhood of Joey's waist swelled with pride, and
+his chubby face bore a look of wounded dignity. "There ain't no perlice
+about this yere, Bill, it's a sojer I be, see?"
+
+Being pressed by Bill to explain himself, Joey unbent. "Yer see, Bill,
+Dad ain't never showed up fer to git me--seen anything of Dad since he
+got out, Bill?"
+
+Bill nodded.
+
+"What's he up to now?" queried Joey.
+
+"Shovin' the queer," admitted Bill laconically, "nabbed right off an' in
+the cooler waitin' his turn, yer won't be troubled by him fer quite a
+spell, I'll give yer dat fer a pointer, see?"
+
+Joey saw, and for the space of half a second seemed somewhat sobered by
+the intelligence. "I guessed as much," said he, "yer see, after he got
+nabbed first, mammy she--yer didn't know as mammy took an' died, did
+yer, Bill?" and Joey faltered and let the Angel take possession of his
+cap and transfer it to her own curly head while the Tenement children
+applauded with jeering commendation, seeing there was a standing feud
+between Joey and the rest of the juvenile populace over its possession.
+
+"No," Bill allowed, he did not know it, but, seeing that she was always
+ailing, Bill was in no wise surprised.
+
+"An'--an' since then, I'm stayin' over ter th' Arm'ry wid Old G. A. R.
+Yer know him, Bill, Old G. A. R. what takes care of th' Arm'ry. He was
+there afore yer left th' grocery."
+
+Bill remembered the gentleman.
+
+"I stays wid him an' he drills me an' makes me scrub, hully gee, how he
+do make me wash meself, Bill! An' there's one sojer-man, th' Cap'n, he
+give me these togs, he did, an' he tol' Old G. A. R. to lem'me eat along
+wid him over ter Dutchy's Res'traunt," nodding toward a cheap
+eating-house at the corner, "an' he'd stand fer it. They calls me major,
+all of 'em to th' Arm'ry, Bill, see?" and Joey was waxing voluble
+indeed, when he turned to see the mob of jeering children make off up
+the street, his cap in their midst, while the wailing Angel was being
+rescued from under the horse's very hoofs by Mary Carew.
+
+Joey put his spirit of inquiry before even his cap. "Is she er Angel,
+say?" he inquired of Miss Carew, turning his back on Bill without
+ceremony who with a grin and a nod to the group of Tenement ladies at
+the door, drove off, "I heerd yer had er Angel over there, but I didn't
+know as it was straight, what they was givin' me, see?"
+
+"That's what she is, the darling yonder," declared Miss Bonkowski from
+the curbstone, nodding airily, "you've got it straight this time, Joey.
+And if what Peter O'Malligan says about your picking her up just now is
+so, you're welcome to come over some time and play with her."
+
+"Yes, it's true," supplemented Mary Carew, trying to pacify the
+struggling Angel in her arms who, gazing after the children, showed a
+decided inclination to descend to human level and mingle with them of
+earth, "it's true an' that's jus' what she is,--the Angel of this
+Tenement, an', as Norma says, you're free to come over and play with
+her, though there ain't many of you I'd say it to;" and with that the
+tall, gaunt Mary bearing the baby, followed Norma into the house and up
+the narrow, broken stairs, and along the dark halls past door after door
+closed upon its story of squalor and poverty, until, at last, panting
+with the child's weight, she reached their own abode under the roof.
+
+"Which," as Mary had been wont, in the past, to observe, "was about as
+near Heaven as the poor need look to get." But now, for some reason,
+these bitter speeches were growing less frequent on Mary Carew's lips
+since she opened her door to entertain an Angel.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+THE ANGEL BECOMES A FAIRY.
+
+
+July passed, and in August, the heat in the room beneath the roof set
+the air to shimmering like a veil before the open window, and Mary
+Carew, gasping, found it harder and harder to make that extra pair of
+jean pantaloons a day. And, as though the manager at the Garden Opera
+House had divined that Miss Bonkowski had left another birthday behind
+her, like milestones along the way, that lady's salary received a cut on
+the first day of August.
+
+At best, the united incomes of the two made but a meagre sum, and there
+was nothing for it now but to reduce expenses. The rent being one thing
+that was never cut, the result was a scantier allowance of food.
+Moreover, the mortals seeing to it that their heavenly visitant had her
+full craving satisfied, it was small wonder that the bones in Mary's
+face pressed more like knobs than ever against the tight-drawn skin, or
+that the spirits of the airy, hopeful, buoyant Norma flagged. Indeed,
+had not the warm-hearted, loving little creature, repaid them with quick
+devotion, filling their meagre lives with new interests and affections,
+despair or worse--regret for their generous impulse--must now have
+seized their hearts.
+
+Invitations, too, grew rare, from the other ladies of the Tenement,
+bidding the little stranger whose simple friendliness and baby dignity
+had won them all, to dine or to sup, for hard times had fallen upon them
+also. A strike at a neighboring foundry, the shutting down of the great
+rolling-mill by the river had sent their husbands home for a summer
+vacation, with, unfortunately, no provision for wages, a state of
+affairs forbidding even angels' visits, when the angel possessed so
+human a craving for bread.
+
+Even Mrs. O'Malligan, whose chief patron, Mrs. Tony, together with her
+children and their dozens of dresses, had gone for a summer outing, had
+no more on her table than her own family could dispose of.
+
+But the Angel,--"'Eaving bless her," as Mrs. Tomlin was wont to observe
+when the Angel, coming to see the baby, would stand with grave wonder,
+touching the pallid little cheek with a rosy finger to make the baby
+smile,--the Angel noted nothing of all this. Even the memory of
+"_Mamma_" was fading, and Mary, Norma, the Tenement, the friendly
+children swarming staircase and doorway, were fast becoming her small
+world.
+
+With instinct born of her profession, the chorus-lady had long ago
+recognized the wonderful grace and buoyancy of the child's every
+movement, and to her surprise found that the baby had quite a knowledge
+of dancing.
+
+"Who taught you how, my precious?" she would ask, when the child, as if
+from the very love of motion, would catch and spread her skirts, and,
+with pointed toe, trip about the room, "tell your Norma who taught the
+darling how to dance?"
+
+The baby glancing over her shoulder, with the little frown of
+displeasure that always greeted such ignorance on Norma's part, had but
+one reply: "Tante," she would declare, and continue her measured walk
+about the floor. So, for pastime, Norma began teaching her the figures
+of a dance then on the boards at the Opera House, to which her little
+ladyship lent herself with readiness. The motions, sometimes approaching
+the grotesque in the lean and elderly chorus-lady as she bobbed about
+the limited space, courtesying, twirling, pirouetting, her blonde hair
+done up in kids,--herself in the abbreviated toilet of pink calico sack
+and petticoat reserved for home hours, changed to unconscious grace and
+innocent abandon in the light, clean-limbed child, who learned with
+quickness akin to instinct, and who seemed to follow Norma's movements
+almost before they were completed.
+
+"It is wonderful--amazing!" Miss Bonkowski would exclaim, pausing for
+breath, "it is _genius_," and her voice would pause and fall reverently
+before the words, and the lesson would be resumed with greater
+enthusiasm than before.
+
+But many were the days when, Norma away at rehearsal and Mary Carew,
+hot, tired, alas, even cross,--totally irresponsive to anything but the
+stitching of jean pantaloons,--the Angel would grow tired of the stuffy
+room and long for the forbidden dangers and delights of Tenement
+sidewalks. Then, often, with nothing else to do, she would catch up her
+tiny skirts and whirl herself into the dance Norma had taught her, in
+and out among the furniture crowding the room, humming little broken
+snatches of music for herself, bending, swaying, her bright eyes full of
+laughter as they met Mary's tired ones, her curls bobbing, until
+breathless, hot and weary she would drop on the floor and fall asleep,
+her head pillowed on her soft dimpled arm.
+
+But on one of these long, hot mornings when the heat seemed to stream in
+as from a furnace at the window and even the flies buzzed languidly, the
+Angel was seized with another idea for passing time. Her vocabulary of
+Tenement vernacular was growing too, and she chattered unceasingly.
+
+"C'rew, didn't a fink Angel might go find her mamma?" she demanded on
+this particular morning.
+
+"To-morrow," said C'rew, and the click in her tired voice sounded even
+above the whirring of the heavy machine, for C'rew's head ached and her
+back ached, and possibly her heart ached too, for herself and Norma and
+the child and poor people in one-windowed tenement rooms in general.
+
+"Didn't a fink she might go play with little Joey?"
+
+"No," said Mary decidedly, and she leaned back wearily and pushed her
+thin, colorless hair off her hot, throbbing temples, "no, you played
+down on the pavement with Joey an' th' rest yesterday, an the sun made
+you sick. But," with haste to avert the cloud lowering over the baby
+face, "if you'll be real good an' not worry her, you can go down an' see
+Mrs. O'Malligan."
+
+Fair weather prevailed again on the pretty face, and at Mary's word the
+Angel was at the open door, tugging at the chair placed crossways to
+keep her from venturing out unobserved, and with a sigh and a guilty
+look at the pile of unfinished work, Mary rose and carried her down to
+the good Irish lady's door, and, with a word, hurried back.
+
+Mrs. O'Malligan, big, beaming and red, smiled a moist but hearty welcome
+from over her tubs toward the little figure in the faded gingham
+standing shyly in the open doorway. "An' it's proud to see ye I am, me
+Angel," she declared, "though there's never a childer in call to be
+playin' wid ye."
+
+But the Angel, nothing daunted, smiled back in turn, and climbed into a
+chair, and the two forthwith fell into friendly conversation, though it
+is doubtful if either understood one-half of what the other was talking
+about.
+
+Presently Mrs. O'Malligan, with many apologies, went out into the back
+court to hang out the last of the family wash, and on her return,
+stopping short in the doorway, her jolly red face spread into a
+responsive smile. "The saints presarve us," she cried, "would ye look at
+the child?" for in the tub of blue rinsing water sat the gleeful Angel,
+water trickling from her yellow hair and from every stitch of clothing,
+while her evident enjoyment of the cool situation found a response in
+Mrs. O'Malligan's kind and indulgent heart.
+
+"Angel take a baf," was the smiling though superfluous explanation
+which came from the infant Undine.
+
+"An' it's right ye are," laughed Mrs. O'Malligan, "an' sure I'll be
+afther givin' ye a rale wan meself," and filling an empty tub with clean
+water, the brisk lady soon had the baby stripped to her firm, white skin
+and standing in the tub.
+
+And what with the splashings of the naughty feet, and the wicked tumbles
+into the soap-suds every time the mischievous little body was rinsed,
+and Mrs. O'Malligan's "Whist, be aisy," and "It's a tormentin' darlint
+ye are," they heard nothing of the knocks at the door or the calls, nor
+knew that Miss Bonkowski, in street dress and hat, had entered, until
+she stood beside them with an armful of clean clothes.
+
+"Was there ever such luck," she cried excitedly, "to find her all washed
+and just ready! Mary said she was here, and so I just brought her clean
+clothes down with me to save a trip back upstairs. Wipe her quickly,
+please," and with hands and tongue going, Miss Norma explained that one
+of the children in the juvenile dance on the boards at The Garden Opera
+House had been suddenly taken ill, and a matinée advertised for the next
+day.
+
+"And it happens lucky enough," she went on, addressing the ladies who,
+catching wind of the excitement, had speedily gathered about the
+doorway, "it just happens I have been teaching her this very dance, and
+if she don't get frightened, I believe she will be able to take the
+place."
+
+So saying, Miss Bonkowski gave a pull out and a last finishing pat to
+the strings of the embroidered muslin bonnet the child had worn on her
+first appearance, and taking her, clean, dainty, smiling and expectant,
+into her arms, Miss Norma plunged out of the comparative coolness of the
+Tenement hallway into the glare of the August sun.
+
+But all this while the little brain was at work. "Goin' to Angel's
+mamma,--her goin' to her mamma," suddenly the child broke forth as Norma
+hurried along the hot streets, and the little hand beat a gleeful tattoo
+as it rested on Norma's shoulder.
+
+Norma paused on the crowded sidewalk, to take breath beneath the shade
+of a friendly awning. "Not to-day, my angel," she panted, "to-day your
+Norma is going to take her precious where there are ever so many nice
+little girls for her to dance with."
+
+"Angel likes to dance with little girls, Norma," admitted the baby,
+while Norma made ready to thread her way across the street through the
+press of vehicles.
+
+"I'll not say one word to her about being frightened," reflected the
+wise chorus lady, "and she's such an eager little darling, thinking of
+other things and trying to do her best, maybe she won't think of it. If
+she can only keep the place while that child is sick,--what a help the
+money would be!"--and the usually hopeful Norma sighed as she hurried in
+the side entrance of the handsome stone building known to the public as
+The Garden Opera House.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+The next afternoon, at The Garden Opera House, as the bell rang for the
+curtain to rise, Mary Carew, in best attire of worn black dress and
+cheap straw hat, was putting the Angel into the absent fairy's cast-off
+shell, which consisted of much white tarlatan as to skirts and much
+silver tinsel as to waist, with a pair of wonderful gauzy wings at sight
+of which the Angel was enraptured.
+
+Miss Bonkowski being, as she expressed it, "on in the first scene," Mary
+Carew had been obliged to forsake jean pantaloons for the time being and
+come to take charge of the child, who in her earnest, quick,
+enthusiastic little fashion had done her part and gone through the
+rehearsal better even than the sanguine Norma had hoped, and after
+considerable drilling had satisfied the authorities that she could fill
+the vacancy.
+
+As for the Angel, in her friendly fashion she had enjoyed herself
+hugely, accepting the homage of the other children like a small queen,
+graciously permitting herself to be enthused over by the various ladies
+who, like Norma, constituted "the chorus," and carrying home numerous
+offerings, from an indigestible wad of candy known as "an
+all-day-sucker," given her by her fairy-partner, to a silver quarter
+given her by the blonde and handsome tenor.
+
+"She is the most fascinating little creature I ever met in my life,"
+the prima donna had cried to the excited Miss Bonkowski, who had never
+been addressed by that great personage before,--"did you ever see such
+heavenly eyes,--not blue--violet--and such a smile--like the sun through
+tears! Who is she,--where did she come from? Such grace,--such poise!"
+
+The Angel's story was recited to quite an audience, in Miss Bonkowski's
+most dramatic manner. But long before the chorus lady had finished, the
+great singer, lending but a wandering attention after the few facts were
+gathered, had coaxed the child into her silken lap, and with the mother
+touch which lies in every real woman's fingers from doll-baby days
+upward, was fondling and re-touching the rings of shining hair, and,
+with the mother-notes which a child within one's arms brings into every
+womanly woman's voice, was cooing broken endearments into the little
+ear.
+
+Meanwhile the Angel gazed into the beautiful face with the calm and
+critical eyes of childhood. But what she saw there must have satisfied,
+for, with a sigh of content, she finally settled back against the
+encircling arm. "Pretty lady," was her candid comment. "Angel loves
+her."
+
+Flattered and praised as she had been, it is doubtful if the great
+singer had ever received a tribute to her charms that pleased her more.
+"Bring her to my room to-morrow to dress her," she said to Miss
+Bonkowski in soft, winning tones that were nevertheless a command,
+unpinning the two long-stemmed roses she wore and putting them in the
+baby fingers, "and bring her early, mind!" And so it was that Mary
+Carew, nervous and awkward, was there now, doing her best to dress the
+excited little creature, whom nothing could keep still a second at a
+time.
+
+"Thank you, ma'am," Mary managed to breathe as the great personage,
+turning the full radiance of her beauty upon the bewildered seamstress,
+took the necklace of flashing jewels from her maid's fingers and bade
+her help Mary.
+
+The great lady laughed. "You're nervous, aren't you?" she said
+good-humoredly, too human not to be pleased at this unconscious tribute
+on Mary's part.
+
+"If the child can only do it right, ma'am," said Mary, in a voice she
+hardly knew for her own, overcome this by graciousness no less than by
+the splendor.
+
+"Right," said the lady, clasping a bracelet upon her round, white arm,
+and settling her trailing draperies preparatory to going on, "right! Of
+course she will, who ever heard of an Angel going wrong!" and laughing
+she sailed away.
+
+"Now," cried Miss Bonkowski, rushing in a little later, "give her to me,
+quick, Mary! If you stand right here in the wings you can see nicely,"
+and the excited lady, wonderful as to her blonde befrizzlement, gorgeous
+as to pink skirt, blue bodice and not the most cleanly of white waists,
+bore the Angel, like a rosebud in a mist of gauze, away.
+
+Left alone amid the bustle and confusion Mary stood where Norma had
+directed, gazing out upon the stage like one in a dream. Never in all
+her colorless life had she been in the midst of such bewildering
+splendors before. Was it any wonder that Norma Bonkowski was different
+from the rest of the Tenement when she shared such scenes daily?
+
+Still further dazed by the music and the glimpses she could catch of the
+brilliantly lighted house, Mary held her breath and clasped her hands as
+she gazed out on the stage where, across the soft green, from among the
+forest trees, into the twilighted opening, glided the fairies; waving
+their little arms, tripping slowly as if half-poised for flight,
+listening, bending, swaying, whirling, faster, swifter, they broke into
+"The Grand Spectacular Ballet of the Fairies," as the advertisements of
+the opera phrased it. Faster, swifter still, noiselessly they spun,
+here, there, in, out, in bewildering maze until, as the red and yellow
+lights cast upon the stage changed into green, their footsteps
+slackened, faltered, their heads, like tired flowers, drooped, and each
+on its mossy bank of green,--the fairies sank to sleep.
+
+All? All but one; one was left, in whose baby mind was fixed an
+unfaltering supposition that she must dance, as she had done alone, over
+and over again at the rehearsals for her tiny benefit, until the music
+stopped. So, while Norma Bonkowski wrung her hands and the stage
+manager swore, and all behind the scenes was confusion and dismay, the
+Angel danced on.
+
+The prima donna whose place it now was, as the forsaken princess, lost
+in the forest, to happen upon the band of sleeping fairies, waited at
+her entrance, watching the child as, catching and spreading her fan-like
+skirts of gauze, she bent, swayed, flitted to and fro, her eyes big and
+earnest with intentness to duty, her yellow hair flying, all
+unconscious, in the fierce glare of the colored lights, of the sea of
+faces in the house before her.
+
+With a sudden flash of intuition Norma Bonkowski flew to the manager.
+"Stop the music, make them stop," she begged.
+
+He glared at her savagely, but nevertheless communicated the order to
+the orchestra, and as the music waned to a mere wailing of the violin,
+the little dancer, rosy, hot, tired, whirled slower, slower,--then sank
+on her bed of green, and like her companions feigned sleep with the
+cunning pretence of childhood.
+
+But not even then could the prima donna make her appearance, for, in the
+storm of applause which followed, the revived efforts of the orchestra
+were drowned.
+
+The face of the manager broadened into smiles, Norma Bonkowski fell
+against Mary Carew with tears of relief, and the prima donna with
+good-natured readiness stepped upon the stage, lifted the now frightened
+child who, at the noise, had sprung up in alarm, and carried her out to
+the footlights, the other children peeping, but too well drilled, poor
+dears, to otherwise stir. The audience paused.
+
+"Wave bye-bye to the little girl over there," whispered the prima donna
+with womanly readiness, nodding toward the nearest box, filled with
+children eagerly enjoying "The Children's Opera of the Princess Blondina
+and the Fairies."
+
+Though frightened and ready to cry, the Angel waved her hand obediently,
+and the prima donna, nodding and smiling in the unaffected fashion which
+was half her own charm, carried the child off the stage amid applause as
+enthusiastic as she herself was used to receiving.
+
+It had all taken place in a very few minutes, but as the smiling singer
+said, handing the Angel over to the manager, even in those few moments,
+"She has made the hit of the season," then, turning, re-entered the
+stage, her voice, with its clear bell-like tones, filling the house with
+the song, "Blondina Awakening The Fairies."
+
+Nor did it end with this, for the Angel was forthwith engaged, at what
+seemed to Norma and Mary a fabulous price, to repeat her solo dance at
+every Wednesday and Saturday matinée during the further run of the
+opera.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+THE ANGEL RESCUES MR. TOMLIN.
+
+
+It was on the afternoon that Mary carried back her week's completed work
+that Norma, receiving an unexpected summons to the Opera House, was
+obliged, though with many misgivings, to leave the Angel in the charge
+of Joey. "But what else could I do," she reasoned afterward, "with Mrs.
+O'Malligan out and Mrs. Tomlin sick, and nobody else willing, it
+appeared, to see to her?"
+
+True, she had cautioned Joey, over and over again about keeping the
+child away from the window, and about staying right in the room until
+her return; but, notwithstanding, Norma could hardly have gotten to the
+corner before Joey, promptly forgetting his promise, and finding the
+room a dull playground, was enticing his charge into the hall and
+straightway down the stairs.
+
+At the bottom of the second flight, the two children came upon Mr.
+Tomlin entertaining two gentlemen callers. Only the week before, the
+Tenement had been called upon to mourn with the Tomlins, whose baby had
+been carried away in a little coffin after the fashion of tenement
+babies when the thermometer climbs up the scale near to one hundred. And
+since then, Mrs. Tomlin, refusing to be comforted, had taken to her bed,
+thus making it necessary for her husband to receive his company in the
+hall.
+
+The callers, who, together with their host, were sitting on the steps,
+moved aside to allow the children to pass. The larger of the gentlemen
+was unpleasantly dirty, with a ragged beard and a shock of red hair. The
+other was a little man with quick black eyes and a pleasant smile.
+Passing these by, the Angel paused on the step above Mr. Tomlin and
+slipped her arms around his neck.
+
+"Pick a back, my Tomlin," she sweetly commanded in the especially
+imperious tones she reserved for Mr. Tomlin's sex, "get up, horsey."
+
+The good-natured giant, for such her Tomlin was, shouldered her as one
+would some precious burden liable to break, grinned, stood up and
+obediently trotted the length of the hall and back.
+
+Joey, meanwhile, legs apart, stood eyeing the visitors attentively.
+"Keep up that kind of talk," the dirty gentleman was urging, "and we've
+got him. He's worth any three of ordinary strength, and he's a favorite
+with the men, too."
+
+Here the horse and his rider returned. "What a got in a pocket for
+Angel?" the young autocrat proceeded to demand when lifted down. Of all
+her masculine subjects in the Tenement, Mr. Tomlin was her veriest
+slave.
+
+He produced a soiled but gay advertising picture. Her ladyship put out
+her hand. "But you must give us a dance fer it," coaxed Mr. Tomlin,
+anxious to display the talent of the Tenement. "She's the young 'un as
+dances at the Op'ry House, the kid is," he explained to his visitors,
+"they've had her pictoor in the papers, too. Miss Bonkowski, the
+chorus-lady upstairs, she's got one of them, came out in a Sunday
+supplement, though I can't say I see the likeness myself."
+
+At this, the two gentlemen, who had seemed decidedly bored than
+otherwise at the interruption, deigned to bestow a moment of their
+attention upon the beautiful child in the faded gingham dress.
+
+"She got skeered to the theyater the other day," put in Joey, "an' most
+cried when they clapped so, an' they promised her anything she wanted if
+she wouldn't next time----"
+
+"And her didn't cwy," declared the baby, turning a pair of indignantly
+reproachful eyes upon Joey, "her danced, her didn't cwy."
+
+"Ain't yer goin' to dance fer us now?" coaxed Mr. Tomlin.
+
+"No," said the Angel naughtily, then relenting at sight of her Tomlin's
+face, "her'll sing, her won't dance."
+
+The pleasant gentleman, thinking, perhaps to please Mr. Tomlin, or maybe
+to get rid of them the sooner, produced a red ribbon badge. "Ef ze will
+sing," he said, showing his white teeth as he smiled, "ze shall hav it."
+
+Turning to view this new party, her ladyship treated him to a brief
+examination, but evidently approving of him, began to sing with no more
+ado:
+
+    "Je suis si l'enfant gaté
+      Tra la la la, tra la la,
+    Car je les aime les petits patés.
+      Et les confitures,
+    Si vous voulez me les donner
+    Je suis très bien obligé,
+      Tra la la la, tra la la,
+      Tra la la la, tra la la."
+
+Only a word here and there could have been intelligible, but their
+effect upon the pleasant gentleman was instantaneous. He broke into a
+torrent of foreign exclamations and verbosity, showing his teeth and
+gesticulating with his hands.
+
+A strange light came into the baby's face and she held out her arms to
+the little man entreatingly. "Oui, oui," she cried, a spot of red
+burning on each cheek, "you take Angel to her mamma, take Angel to her
+mamma!"
+
+But here the door of the Tomlin's room opened hastily, and the neighbor
+who was sitting with the sick woman thrust out her head. "She's talkin'
+mighty wild an' out her head," she said, "you'd better come to her."
+
+Mr. Tomlin rose hastily, while the dark little man, yielding to the
+child's entreaties, took her in his arms.
+
+But the red-headed gentleman laid a dirty hand on Mr. Tomlin's arm.
+"Just as I was saying," he said, as if resuming a broken-off
+conversation, "no doctor, no medicine. Why? No work, no wages. Why? The
+heel of the rich man grinding the poor to the earth."
+
+Mr. Tomlin hesitated.
+
+"It's entirely a meeting of Union men. No violence advocated. A
+mass-meeting to discuss appointing committees to demand work."
+
+"Ze outcry of ze oppressed," put in the pleasant gentleman, looking out
+from behind the Angel's fair little head, and showing his white teeth in
+his smile, "in zer union ees zere only strength."
+
+Mr. Tomlin's door opened still more violently. "She's a-beggin' as
+you'll get her some ice," announced the neighbor, "she says she's
+burnin' up."
+
+"God A'mighty!" burst forth the giant, "I ain't got a cent on earth to
+get her nothin'," and he turned toward the two men fiercely, his great
+brows meeting over his sullen eyes, "yes, I'll come, you can count on
+me," and he went in the door.
+
+"Liberty Square by the statue, four o'clock," called the dirty gentleman
+after him, while the pleasant gentleman put the Angel hastily down.
+"Adieu, mon enfant," he cried, showing his teeth as he smiled back over
+his shoulder, and followed his companion down the stairs.
+
+In time Joey and his weeping charge also reached the bottom. Not a word
+of the conversation had escaped the sharp ears of the Major. "It's past
+two, now," he soliloquized, "an' he said Liberty Square, four o'clock. I
+know where the statoo is. Yer follows the cars from front of th' arm'ry
+an' they goes right there, 'cause that's where the Cap'n's office is.
+Don'tcher cry no more, Angel," with insinuating coaxing in his tones,
+"I'll take yer there if yer wanter go."
+
+The Angel slipped her hand in his obediently, and the two forthwith
+proceeded to leave the neighborhood of the Tenement behind them,
+undeterred by the friendly overtures of Petey O'Malligan and his
+colleagues to join in with their pastimes.
+
+"We ain't got no time fer foolin'," confided Joey, hurrying her along,
+"there'll be flags an' hollerin', an' we wanter get there in time."
+
+On reaching the car line the small Major was obliged to slacken his
+speed, for, while, in a measure, the Angel had caught the spirit of his
+enthusiasm, yet her legs refused to keep pace with his haste.
+
+"Ef yer was still ter heaven, Angel," the Major pondered, as they stood
+on the street corner getting breath, "yerz wouldn't need ter use yer
+legs at all, would yer? Yer'd jus' take out an' fly across this yere
+street, waggins an' trucks an' all, wouldn't yer?"
+
+The Angel cast her eyes upon him doubtfully.
+
+"That's what my mammy tol' me about Angels," Joey declared stoutly.
+
+"Angel didn't a never fly," nevertheless the baby stated with
+conviction.
+
+Joey looked disappointed, and even unconvinced. Then his face
+brightened. "That's 'cause you was too little, like that canary at th'
+Res't'rant what ain't got its feathers yet. You was too little fer yer
+wings to have growed afore you come away," and his lively imagination
+having thus settled the problem, the two continued their way.
+
+"Yer see how it is," he observed presently, evidently having been
+revolving the subject in his busy brain, "ef Mis' Tomlin had th' doctor
+an' some ice, she'd get well, she would, an' Mr. Tomlin, he's goin' to
+this yere meetin' to see about work, so's he can get 'em fer her. But
+'tain't no use fer workin' men to beg for work these yere days," he
+added with a comical air of wisdom. "I heerd Old G. A. R. say, I did, to
+a man what comes ter talk politics wid him, that beggin' th' rich people
+to help yer was jus' like buttin' yer head agin a brick wall, so what
+good's it goin' ter do if he does go?"
+
+The Angel nodded amiably, and slipped her hand in Joey's that she might
+the better keep up. They had passed the region of small shops and were
+passing through a better portion of the city. Before a tall stone house,
+one of a long row, a girl stood singing, while a boy played an
+accompaniment on a harp. As Joey and his charge reached them, a lady,
+with a group of children clustered about her, threw some pennies out
+the window to the young musicians.
+
+"Did yer see that, Angel," demanded Joey, "did yer ketch onter that
+little game? We c'n do that. I c'n whis'le an' you c'n sing, an' we'll
+make 'nough to get Mis' Tomlin th' ice ourselves. If yer do," continued
+the wily Joey, "I tell yer what,--we'll go home on the cable cars, we
+will." And he hurried his small companion along the sunny sidewalks,
+still following the line of the cable cars, until they came to a
+business street again, this time of large and handsome stores. Here,
+before the most imposing, Joey paused, and cast a calculating eye upon
+the stream of shoppers passing in and out. "Now, Angel, sing," he
+commanded.
+
+The footsore, tired Angel, hot and cross, declined to do it. "Her wants
+to sit down an' west," she declared.
+
+"We'll sit down out there on ther curbstone an' rest soon as yer sing
+some," promised the Major. So, taking up their stand on the flagging
+outside the entrance of the big store, the bare-headed Angel, in her
+worn gingham frock, highbred and beautiful as a little princess,
+despite it, struck up with as much effect as a bird's twitter might
+make. Finding that his whistle in no way corresponded to the song, Joey
+wisely contented himself with holding out his soldier's cap.
+
+Two such babies, one with so innocent, and the other with so comically
+knowing a smile, could not but attract attention. Some laughed, some
+sighed, some stopped to question, many dropped pennies and some put
+nickels, and even a dime or two into Joey's cap, while one stout and
+good-humored woman opened the paper bag she carried and put a sponge
+cake in each hand. But at this point, seeing that the policeman in
+charge of the crossing had more than once cast a questioning eye upon
+them, Joey decided to move on. "We'll have ter hurry anyhow," he
+observed, "ter get to ther speakin' in time. If you'll come on, Angel,
+'thout restin', I'll tell yer what,--I'll buy yer a banana, I will,
+first ones we see." And the weary Angel, thus beguiled, dragged her
+tired feet along in Joey's wake.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+The slanting rays from the setting sun were falling across Liberty
+Square, on the statue of that great American who declared all men to be
+created equal, on the sullen faces of hundreds of idle men who stood
+beneath its shadow, listening to speech after speech from various
+speakers, speeches of a nature best calculated to coax the smouldering
+resentment in their hearts into a blaze.
+
+On the outskirts of the park-like square a small boy was urging a
+smaller girl to hurry. "Angel's legs won't go no more," the diminutive
+female was wailing as her companion dragged her along.
+
+Meanwhile the impassioned words of the last oration were being echoed
+and emphasized by mutterings and imprecations. The mob, in fact, was
+beginning to respond, just as its promoters had intended that it should,
+and as their dangerous eloquence continued to pour forth, the emotions
+of the crowd accordingly grew fiercer, louder, until from sullen
+mutterings, the applauding echoes grew to clamor and uproar. And
+following the impassioned harangue of the last speaker upon the
+program--a red-haired gentleman, unpleasantly dirty--the cheers gave
+place to groans, the groans grew to threats, to curses, and the
+confusion spread like the roar of a coming storm.
+
+Suddenly above the noise, came the measured tramp of feet. In the
+momentary lull succeeding, "The police, the police," a voice rang out on
+the silence, and the single cry swelled to a roar from hundreds of
+throats, and as suddenly died away to an expectant silence. At that a
+voice, loud with authority, rang out upon the stillness, "In the name of
+the Commonwealth," the measured words declared, "I command you to
+immediately and peaceably disperse!"
+
+The answer came in a chorus of jeers, hoots, yells of derision, and the
+howling mob began to seize whatever promised to be a weapon of defense
+or attack. Growing in numbers as dusk fell, the crowd now was spreading
+back into the surrounding streets. Merchants who had not already done
+so, were hurriedly closing their stores. The cars were blocked, and foot
+travellers fleeing in all directions. From the thickest of the crowd, a
+mighty creature of bone and muscle, a giant in height and breadth,
+grasping an iron support twisted from a bench, had forced his way out to
+the street, and now was using it to pry up the bricks from the sidewalk,
+which in turn were seized by his companions.
+
+Above the uproar and confusion the voice of authority, ringing out its
+words of command, was heard again.
+
+Head and shoulders above the crowd, the giant stood erect, waving his
+iron bar above his head. "At 'em, men," he cried, "at 'em before they
+fire!"
+
+But as he paused, another cry arose, a frightened, childish wail, that
+came from a very diminutive female clinging to his knees. "My Tomlin,"
+it cried.
+
+The giant's arm dropped, and as the crowd swept on and left him
+standing, Mr. Tomlin looked down to behold the Angel, and holding fast
+to her, the badly frightened but defiant personage of Joey.
+
+The giant caught the Angel up in his arms. "Hold on to my coat," he
+cried to Joey, and speedily, such of the crowd as had not swept by in
+their charge against the police, fell back on either side before Mr.
+Tomlin's mighty fist. Fighting desperately, he reached the edge, and
+seizing Joey, dragged him across the car tracks as the crash of stones,
+the breaking of glass, the sharp crack of firearms, told of the meeting
+of the forces behind him.
+
+Howls of rage, of pain, of defiance answered, followed by further
+crashing of stones and splintering of glass in street lights and car
+windows, and not until they were several squares removed from the scene
+of action did Mr. Tomlin pause. He then laid a heavy hand on Joey. "By
+all that's--" he began.
+
+But Joey was ready for him, and hastily began to pour his earnings from
+his jacket pocket in a pile upon the flagging. "Me an' Angel made it
+a-singin' on the street fer to get ice fer Mis' Tomlin," the wily one
+explained. And the tender-hearted giant, gazing from one small figure to
+the other, forthwith began to sob like a child.
+
+And, oh, the rejoicings of the distracted Tenement when the lost Angel
+was returned! And how Joey was seized and violently threatened to be as
+violently forgiven. Mrs. Tomlin, given ice to her heart's content, fell
+asleep, blessing the Angel for having rescued her husband from the
+almost certain hands of the law. And when, next day, it was learned that
+various and sundry of Mr. Tomlin's friends, among them the red-haired
+gentleman and his dark companion, had been arrested, while Mr. Tomlin
+was safe at home, the Angel became more than ever the pride and idol of
+the Tenement.
+
+"There's some'n' mighty wrong," Mr. Tomlin was heard arguing soon after,
+"for a man with the bone and muscle to 'em as I've got, wantin' work an'
+willin' to do anything, yet havin' to starve--but whatever it is as is
+wrong, I'm thinkin' mobs ain't the way to right it."
+
+"An' if he'd only hed th' sinse to make the furrin' gintleman as could
+talk the gibberish to question th' Angel choild," said Mrs. O'Malligan
+indignantly, "sure an' we moight have larned all about her by this
+toime, entoirely, for there's mony a thing she's tried to tell us an'
+can't for the want of a worrud. But foind me a man of yer as does any
+thinkin' 'thout his woman there to prompt him," she quoth
+contemptuously, "an' I'll foind ye a polaceman as isn't a meddler in
+other folks' affairs, as this yere mob is jist anither provin' of."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+THE MAJOR SUPERINTENDS THE ANGEL'S EDUCATION.
+
+
+"It's a nice, cool morning," said the ever sanguine Miss Bonkowski to
+Joey, one day late in September, "so, if you will give me your solemn
+promise--" and Miss Norma paused impressively, emphasizing her words
+with nods of her blonde head, "not to go to any speakings, nor yet to
+the dock to fish, nor to any fires, or to a procession, even if it's
+right around the corner," and Miss Norma drew breath as she finished the
+enumerating of his various exploits, "why, Angel here can play with you
+until Mary Carew comes down to get her."
+
+The Major--his cap a little more battered, his belt somewhat the worse
+from constant wear, but clean as to face and hands, having just emerged
+from the morning inspection of the Armory janitor, better known to the
+neighborhood as Old G. A. R.--treated Miss Bonkowski to a salute and a
+confidential wink, and edged up to the smiling Angel's side. "Yer jus'
+leave her wid me," he responded reassuringly, "an' I ain't goin' to do
+nothin' as ain't square."
+
+And Miss Norma, whose faith in human nature, phoenix-like, ever sprang
+up anew from the blighted hopes of former trust, accordingly turned her
+darling over to Joey and hurried off. "For she's obliged to have some
+one to play with and to get some fresh air somehow," the chorus-lady
+argued for her own re-assuring, though it remains a mystery as to how
+she could deceive herself into considering the garbage-scented
+atmosphere of the neighborhood as fresh, "and Joey's by far the best of
+the lot around here."
+
+Meanwhile, the small subject of all this solicitude, in clean frock and
+smiling good-humor, responded at once to Joey's proposal, and the two
+sat down on the curbstone. In the constant companionship of their two
+months' acquaintance, the little Major's growing interest in the Angel
+had assumed almost fatherly proportions. Hitherto this zeal had taken
+itself out in various expeditions for her entertainment similar to the
+one ending in Mr. Tomlin's rescue. To-day it was produced in the shape
+of a somewhat damaged peach purchased with a stray penny. But the Angel,
+in her generous fashion, insisting on a division of the dainty, Joey at
+first stoutly declining, weakened and took half, seeing to it, however,
+that his was the damaged side.
+
+"When yer was up there," he observed unctiously as he devoured his
+portion--and he nodded his round little head toward that foggy and smoky
+expanse about them, popularly believed by the population about the
+Tenement to be the abode of angels--"when yer was up there, yer had
+these kinder things every day, didn't yer?"
+
+If her small ladyship's word could be taken for it, in that other life
+still remembered by her, she had everything, even to hoky-poky ad
+libitum, to her heart's content, though her testimony framed itself into
+somewhat more halting and uncertain English.
+
+"What did yer do up there, anyhow?" queried Joey curiously.
+
+"Danced," the Angel declared, daintily devoting herself to her portion
+of the peach, "her danced and--her danced."
+
+This earthly vocation seemed to fail to appeal to Joey's imagination.
+"Nothin' else?" he demanded anxiously. "Didn't yer never do nothin'
+else?"
+
+But the Angel had fallen to poking the green contents of the gutter with
+a stick, and seemed to find the present more fascinating to contemplate
+than the past.
+
+"Didn't yer never go nowhere?" persisted Joey.
+
+"Her went to school," the Angel admitted, or so it sounded to Joey.
+
+"What 'ud yer do at school?" he inquired.
+
+"Danced," was the Angel's unmistakable announcement.
+
+Joey looked disgusted, but soon recovered and fell to revolving a new
+idea in his fertile young brain.
+
+"I know where there is a school," he remarked. "I've never went, but I
+hung on ter the window-sill an' looked in, an' if yer went ter school
+up there, yer oughter be goin' down here, see!" And forthwith Joey
+arose.
+
+Amiable as her small ladyship usually was, on this occasion, seeing
+determination written on Joey's small countenance, she rebelled. "Angel
+yants to stay here," the young lady declared, continuing to poke at the
+contents of the gutter.
+
+"I don't wanter make her cry," argued Joey wisely, then cast about in
+his mind for an inducement. "They have parties to that school, they do,"
+finally he observed, "fer I seen 'em settin' 'round tables an' eatin'
+one day."
+
+The guileless infant rose to the bait at once, and dropped her stick and
+slipped her confiding hand in Joey's. "Angel likes to have parties," she
+declared, and thus lured on, she forthwith followed Joey down the
+street.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+"Some one to see me," repeated pretty Miss Stannard, of the Darcy
+College Settlement's Free Kindergarten, and laying down her blocks she
+went to the door.
+
+On the steps outside the entrance stood a small, chubby-cheeked boy
+smiling up out of knowing brown eyes from beneath a soldier's cap many
+sizes too large for him, while behind him stood a slender, graceful
+child with wonderful shining hair, and eyes equally as smiling.
+
+The small boy treated the tall, pretty young lady to a most confiding
+nod and a wink. "I've brought her ter school," he remarked.
+
+"Oh, have you?" returned the young lady laughing, "then I'd better
+invite you in, I suppose," and she led the way toward the entry-room
+where hung some dozens of shabby hats and bonnets. "And what is your
+name?" she inquired.
+
+"Her name is Angel, it is," responded the little fellow briskly, with
+emphasis on the pronoun, as if to let the young lady understand at once
+that her interest need extend no further than to the prospective pupil.
+
+"Didn't a know I are Angel?" queried the smiling cherub with her
+accustomed egotistical surprise.
+
+"And what is your other name?" questioned Miss Stannard smiling.
+
+"She ain't got no more," returned the escort succinctly.
+
+"And what is yours?"
+
+"Mine--oh, I'm just the Major, I am," with off-hand loftiness.
+
+"Indeed? And where do you live, Major?"
+
+"Fourth Reg'ment Arm'ry," responded the Major glibly.
+
+"And the little girl,--Angel--you said--"
+
+The Major looked somewhat surprised, "They come from Heaven,--Angels do,
+yer know," he remarked, staring a little at the tall young lady's want
+of such knowledge.
+
+"Yes," responded the pretty lady gently, "but where is she living now?"
+
+"Round by me," said the small boy briefly, showing some restlessness.
+
+"With her father and mother?"
+
+The Major, staring again, shook his head, and poor Miss Stannard,
+despairing, of learning anything definite from this source, asked if he
+would take her there after Kindergarten, and began to untie the little
+girl's cap.
+
+Evidently gratified at this attention to his charge, the Major said that
+he would, and followed the two into the large, sunny room adjoining.
+"The children are just going on the circle," said the pretty young lady,
+"won't you take my other hand and go too."
+
+The Major drew back hastily. "She's come ter school," he declared
+indicating the Angel, "there ain't no school in it fer me. I'm a sojer,
+I am."
+
+"Then have a chair, sir, and watch us," said the young lady, with amused
+eyes, as she brought out a little red chair with polite hospitality.
+
+The young gentleman graciously accepting it, the Angel was forthwith
+borne away to join the circle of children about the ring, and to Miss
+Stannard's surprise, with no more ado, joined in the game like one
+familiar with it all, waving her small hands, singing gaily and, when
+her turn arrived, flitting gaily about the circle until the sash strings
+of her little faded dress sailed straight out behind her.
+
+And the game at an end, without waiting for direction or guidance, the
+newcomer marched with the other children about the big room and took
+her place with them at one of the tables spread with entrancing green
+and yellow papers. And here, absorbed in directing the work at her own
+table, and her two assistant teachers equally absorbed at theirs, Miss
+Stannard was presently aroused by a nudge from 'Tildy Peggins, the
+freckle-faced young person employed in a capacity of janitress and
+nursery maid.
+
+"Look a-yonder to that young willain, Miss Ruth," urged 'Tildy, whose
+sentiments regarding the infant populace refused, despite all the
+efforts of her employers, to be tempered by Kindergarten views.
+
+Miss Stannard looked up hastily, and so did the twenty pairs of eyes
+about her table.
+
+From the depths of one pocket the Major had produced a cigarette, and
+from the mixed contents of another he had extracted a match, and as the
+twenty pairs of eyes fell on him, a fascinating curl of blue smoke was
+just issuing from his lips.
+
+'Tildy Peggins folded her arms on her flat chest and gave vent to a
+groan. Already, with her gloomy views on Kindergarten regeneration
+versus innate depravity, she foresaw the contamination of every
+half-subjugated small masculine in the room.
+
+Miss Stannard, with a shake of her head at 'Tildy, coughed slightly.
+Instantly the eyes of the school left the Major and fixed themselves
+expectantly on her pretty face.
+
+"I thought you wanted to be a soldier, Major," she observed, addressing
+the small gentleman.
+
+"I is goin' to be," returned that unabashed gentleman, calmly sticking a
+thumb in his belt, and in so doing pushing his jacket aside, so as to
+further expose the military trappings about his round little person,
+"I's a-goin' to be a sojer in the Fourth Regiment."
+
+"No, indeed," said Miss Ruth, "the members of the Fourth Regiment are
+gentlemen, and a gentleman would never have smoked in here without
+asking if he might."
+
+The Major looked somewhat moved out of his usual imperturbability. The
+curl of offending smoke ceased.
+
+"I know a soldier," Miss Ruth went on calmly, "and what is more, he is a
+member of the Fourth Regiment, but he never would have done such a
+thing as you are doing."
+
+The cigarette trembled in the Major's irresolute fingers.
+
+"And even if you had asked first," the steady voice went on, "I would
+have said no, for such a thing as smoking is never allowed in this
+room."
+
+The Major's irresolute brown eyes met Miss Stannard's resolute brown
+ones. Then the cigarette went out the open window behind him and the
+work at the tables went on.
+
+Presently Miss Ruth looked up again. "Won't you come," she said
+pleasantly, touching a pile of the gay papers. "Are you not tired?"
+
+The Major shook his head decidedly. "No, he would not," and finding a
+chip among the apparently inexhaustible stores of his pockets, he next
+produced a knife boasting an inch of blade and went to whittling upon
+'Tildy's immaculate floor.
+
+Miss Ruth saw it all, and presently saw the chip fall to the floor and
+the round head begin to nod. Then, with 'Tildy Peggins' gloomy and
+disapproving eye upon her at this act of overture, she crossed the room.
+"Major," said Miss Ruth, just a little plaintively, perhaps, "do you
+suppose you could do something for me?"
+
+The Major was wide awake on the instant.
+
+"These papers," explained Miss Ruth, while 'Tildy from her work of
+washing windows, shook her disapproving head, "put all like this in a
+pile on the table here, and all like this over here, and this
+color,--here," and before Miss Stannard had gotten over to her table
+again, the Major was deep in the seductive fascinations of Kindergarten.
+
+It was when the three teachers, with 'Tildy's help, had at last
+distributed the sixty hats, hoods, and caps, and started the loitering
+groups on their homeward ways, that pretty Miss Stannard, putting on her
+own hat, addressed her new pupils. "Now, Major, I am ready," she said,
+and the three accordingly turned their steps toward the neighborhood of
+the Tenement.
+
+Miss Ruth's small escort had quite an idea of the proper thing to do,
+and pointed out the landmarks as the three went along, the Angel's
+friendly hand slipped confidingly into that of her new friend.
+
+"I did hear as so many died in this yere house of the fevers this
+summer," Joey remarked cheerfully, pointing to a wretched-looking
+tenement building they were passing; "they'll give yer a room there now
+fer nothin' to git a good name fer the house agin."
+
+Miss Ruth shivered as they passed.
+
+The Major next nodded toward a dingy saloon. "Here's where I take a
+schooner an' a free lunch sometimes," he remarked confidentially.
+
+The tall young lady's brown eyes danced as she glanced down at the small
+person of the Major. "And how old are you, Major?" she inquired.
+
+"Ha'f pas' seven, the Cap'n an' Old G. A. R., they say."
+
+"The Captain? Old G. A. R.?"
+
+"Uh, huh! The Cap'n's a good 'un, he is. He gim' me these yere togs, he
+did, an' he told Old G. A. R. I might sleep to th' Arm'ry, see?"
+
+Miss Ruth saw, and was just about to pursue the subject of Old G. A. R.,
+when the Angel dropped her hand and with a gleeful cry ran ahead, and
+Miss Stannard looked up to behold two females bearing down upon them.
+Miss Bonkowski and Mrs. O'Malligan in fact, nor did they pause in their
+haste, until the Angel was safe in Norma's embrace and the Major
+anything but safe, in the clutches of the irate Irish lady.
+
+"An' it's yerself, ye limb, an' plaze to tell us whut ye mane by it?"
+the loud-voiced Mrs. O'Malligan demanded, "a-runnin' off with the
+childer agin, an' the whole Tiniment out huntin' an' her niver to be
+found at all, at all?"
+
+But the sweet-faced, tall young lady coming to his rescue, the two women
+softened, and reaching the Tenement, insisted on Miss Stannard coming
+in, and hearing the Angel's story.
+
+And on the way up to Miss Bonkowski's apartment, she learned that the
+Tenement, that morning, had been convulsed from cellar to garret, by the
+great honor bestowed upon it. For who but the Prima Donna, the Great
+Personage of Norma's professional world, had just driven away in her
+carriage after a visit of an hour and the Angel never to be found at
+all!
+
+"An' ma'am," explained Mary Carew, her bony face swollen with crying,
+when Miss Stannard had been installed in one of the two chairs of the
+apartment, "an' ma'am, it was fer th' Angel she come. A offerin' Norma
+an' me anything we'd name to give her up, such a fancy as she's taken to
+her, an' wantin' her fer her own."
+
+"And you, what did you say?" asked Miss Ruth, gently, watching Mary with
+tender eyes as she held the beautiful, chattering little creature so
+jealously in her arms, and thinking as she watched, of the life and
+reputation commonly accorded the great singer.
+
+"Say?" came from Miss Bonkowski quickly, her befrizzled blonde tresses
+fairly a-tremble with her intensity, and sticking the hat-pin recklessly
+in and out of the lace hat she had taken off, "what did we say, you ask,
+and knowing, as you and every body must, the kind of life and future it
+would mean for a child that takes to things like this 'n does! With all
+her money and her soft, winning ways, it is better, far better, for the
+child with her disposition, to starve along with Mary an' me, than grow
+up to that, if it was nothing more to be afraid of than being left to
+servants and hotel people and dragged around from place to place in such
+a life as it is. Not that I mean, ma'am," and Miss Bonkowski spoke with
+quick pride, "that being in the profession need to make any body what
+they shouldn't be, for I know plenty of 'em of the best, and am one
+myself, though only a Chorus, but what with what's said about this one,
+even with her good heart and generous ways, she's not the one to have
+our Angel, though she meant it for the best."
+
+"An' she said," Mary Carew took it up, "as how Norma's gettin' old, and
+'ll be dropped afore long from the Chorus, an' she offered her, she did,
+in this very room, a' here before me, to buy out a Costumer as is
+leavin' the business, an' start Norma in for herself, along of her
+knowin' how to run a business such as that."
+
+"And oh girls," declared Miss Stannard as she told this part of the
+story to her assistant teachers afterward, "it was the bravest thing
+I've met among the poor people yet. Think of the courage of those two
+women, with poverty grimmer than they have yet known, ahead of them in
+all probability, yet determined to resist the temptation because they
+are assured it is not well for the child. Picture making jean
+pantaloons, year in, year out, at barely living wages, yet having the
+courage to put the matter so resolutely aside. After that, I could not
+bring myself to tell them they had done wrong in the beginning in not
+notifying the authorities. Of course there is some mystery about it. I
+cannot for a moment accept their explanation of it. The child, beyond
+question, is well born and has been carefully trained. And she goes
+about among all the strange, queer inmates of that Tenement house as
+fearlessly as a little queen. But, oh, the one that is a chorus-singer!
+If you could see her! So lean, so sallow, so airy and full of manner.
+But I will never laugh at another elderly chorus-singer again in my
+life, she is grand, she's heroic," and the pretty Kindergartner
+threaded gay worsteds into needles with a vigor which lent emphasis to
+her words.
+
+"She's powerful stuck up, too," asserted the gloomy tones of 'Tildy
+Peggins, and she shook her mournful head, as she moved about
+straightening the disordered room for the next day, "there's a man lives
+in our Tenement wanted to keep comp'ny with her, but, la, she tossed her
+yellow head at his waffle cart, she did, an' she said if he'd had a
+settled h'occupation she might a thought about it in time, but she
+couldn't bring herself to consider a perambulating business, an' that
+was all there was to it. La, maybe she is grand an' 'eroic, but she's
+got a 'aughty 'eart, too, that woman has!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+MISS RUTH MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF OLD G. A. R.
+
+
+The Angel, as the cooler weather came on, being suitably clothed by Miss
+Stannard and the invisible though still generous Mrs. Tony, and the good
+ladies of the Tenement seeing that she was properly fed, her little
+ladyship continued to thrive, and to pursue her way, sweet and innocent,
+in the midst of squalor, poverty and wickedness such as Mary and Norma
+could not always hide, even from her baby eyes.
+
+True to the promise these ladies had made, she appeared regularly at
+Kindergarten in the charge of her faithful squire, the Major, whose own
+interest in the daily work had never flagged since the day he first
+agreed to help Miss Stannard.
+
+It was with surprise, therefore, that, late in November, Miss Ruth
+noted the absence of the two for several successive days.
+
+"Childern's obliged to get wore out fiddlin' with beads an' paper an'
+such, in time," said the perverse and unconverted 'Tildy Peggins.
+"That's the reason they's constant droppin' off, an' new ones comin' in.
+There ain't enough willainy in Kindergarten to keep their minds
+h'occupied. They's pinin' for the streets long afore you'd h'ever
+believe it,--their 'earts ain't satisfied with beads and paper,
+childern's obliged to have a little willainy mixed in."
+
+But despite 'Tildy's pessimistic views, on the fifth morning of their
+absence, Miss Ruth had just determined to send around to the Tenement,
+when a knock summoned her to the door.
+
+Outside stood the smiling Angel, in her little winter cloak and hood,
+her hand in that of a very large, very grizzled, and very
+military-looking man, who greeted Miss Stannard with a salute reminding
+her at once of Joey.
+
+"What has become of my friend, the Major?" she inquired, ushering them
+into the school-room.
+
+"Joey couldn't come," explained the Angel, mournfully.
+
+"It was to tell you about him, ma'am, I stepped around," replied the
+man, gazing admiringly about the bright room, with its pictures, its
+growing plants, its tables, and dozens of little red chairs. "It is a
+pretty place now, I must say, and it's no wonder the little chap likes
+to come here. He's been that worried, and fretting so about the little
+one not getting to school, that I promised him I'd march her 'round here
+every day if he'd call a halt on his fretting."
+
+"He is sick, then?" Miss Ruth inquired.
+
+"Well, it didn't seem as if it was enough to lay him off duty,"
+responded the man, as he regarded Miss Ruth with friendly gaze; "he's a
+knowin' little shaver, the Major is, and great on tryin' to help me."
+
+"Are you the friend that he calls Old G. A. R.?" inquired Miss Ruth,
+with sudden intuition, as she smiled back into the weather-beaten face.
+
+The old soldier chuckled. "He's told you about that, has he?
+'Old G. A. R.!' Great name, ain't it?"
+
+"Why does he call you by it?"
+
+"Grand Army of the Republic, ma'am. I'm a member, and I reckon I do
+anecdote about it overmuch at times. The Reg'ment round there, they
+dubbed me that."
+
+"And the Major?"
+
+"That's right, ma'am, for'ard march! I'm gettin' to it. He was in the
+Arm'ry with me, the other day, a-pretendin' to help me clean up, and he
+fell off one of the cannon he was monkeyin' round. He didn't seem so bad
+hurt, at first, but somehow, after I come to think it over, he hasn't
+seemed to want to move round since, so I lay it to that."
+
+"Have you had a doctor to see him?" asked Miss Ruth, waving the groups
+of arriving children on to 'Tildy's care.
+
+"No, ma'am, I haven't. The officer that took the fancy to the little
+chap and pays for his eatin' along with me at the restaurant, he's been
+out of town for six weeks, and after leaving the baby here, I am on my
+way to his office now, to see if he has got back," and he stepped toward
+the door.
+
+"I will take Angel home and stop by there and see Joey," said Miss Ruth.
+
+"We'll be happy to have you, ma'am," and with a salute, the old soldier
+marched out the door.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+"Indade, Miss Ruthie, an' it's proud I am to go wid ye," said Mrs.
+O'Malligan some hours later, in response to Miss Ruth's request to go
+over to the Armory with her, "just ye wait till I starts the Angel
+choild up the steps," and Mrs. O'Malligan accordingly, was soon
+accompanying Miss Ruth through the big door of the Armory.
+
+The old soldier met them and led the way into a neat box of a room, very
+orderly, very spotless. Here, on a cot, lay the Major, his eyes turned
+to meet them expectantly. It was quite pitiful to see how these few days
+had changed him into the white little chap looking up from the pillow.
+
+"Well, Major," began Miss Ruth, cheerily, and at sound of her bright,
+animated voice, a figure in the shadow on the other side of the cot
+looked up.
+
+"Why, Mr. Dilke," cried Miss Ruth, at sight of the young and very
+properly attired gentleman who stood up to greet her.
+
+The young gentleman came round and shook hands with evident pleasure.
+"So you are the wonderful '_Teacher_,' Miss Stannard?"
+
+"And you are the '_Cap'n_'?" retorted Miss Ruth.
+
+Here the Major, as he would have phrased it, "caught on." "She said yer
+was a gentleman what wouldn't a-smoked before ladies, she did,"
+volunteered Joey.
+
+Miss Ruth blushed and laughed and blushed again. "Well, he wouldn't,
+Joey," she reiterated stoutly.
+
+Whereupon the boyishly smooth face of Mr. Dilke colored too, and being
+very big and blonde and diffident, he blushed very red indeed, while
+Joey, seeing something up, tried to wink his roguish eyes but failed for
+very weakness and found them full of tears instead.
+
+"Where does it hurt?" asked Miss Ruth gently, leaning over him.
+
+The Major winked indignantly. "Sojers aint goin' to make no fuss if
+does hurt, Old G. A. R. he says so!"
+
+Old G. A. R. in the background gave vent to a sudden chuckle. "Obey your
+superior officers, Major, afore anything," he corrected.
+
+"Faith I'll jist take him in me lap an' say whir he's hurted for
+meself," said Mrs. O'Malligan briskly and forthwith laid her energetic
+hand upon the little fellow. At her well meant but rough handling, the
+child cried out, turning white to the lips.
+
+"Howly Mither, forgive me," cried Mrs. O'Malligan.
+
+Miss Ruth turned away to hide her tears. "Have you had a doctor yet?"
+she inquired.
+
+"No, I had just gotten here a moment ahead of you," explained Mr. Dilke.
+
+"Well," said Miss Ruth, decidedly, "whether it proves serious or not, he
+ought to go to St. Luke's and be properly nursed, and if there happens
+to be a free cot vacant, I will have no trouble getting him in."
+
+Mr. Dilke turned quickly. "Don't stop for that," he said, "use me,--I
+mean,--don't let the cost of it interfere,--I'll be very glad,--you
+know----"
+
+Miss Ruth beamed at the young man whom she knew to be very rich indeed.
+"Just take charge of a Free Kindergarten, Mr. Dilke, if you ever really
+want to properly appreciate your blessings and privileges," she said, "I
+am never so sordid in my desire for wealth, as when I stand helpless,
+with the knowledge of the suffering around me, that money can remedy or
+at least, alleviate."
+
+"Let me walk with you to St. Luke's," begged Mr. Dilke, "and you can
+tell me something more about it all if you will." And leaving Joey to
+Mrs. O'Malligan, until their return, the two started off.
+
+"You've evidently been very good to Joey," Miss Stannard remarked
+graciously, as they went along.
+
+Mr. Dilke blushed furiously, "Who? I? No more than the other men in the
+Regiment. Now a fellow could hardly help liking the little chap, could
+he?" and he regarded his pretty companion as if seeking justification in
+her answer.
+
+"How did it ever begin?" inquired Miss Stannard.
+
+"Through the old man--the janitor, you know. The boy's mother was a
+daughter of a dead soldier, comrade to Old G. A. R. Good for nothing
+husband, and that sort of thing, you know, and always runnin' to Old G.
+A. R. for protection and help too, I suspect. When she died, the old
+fellow didn't have the money, and appealed to some of us fellows to help
+bury her. And then, it turned out, here was the boy. First we agreed to
+his staying at the Armory a day or so, then a week, then longer, and by
+that time the knowing little monkey had made his own cause good. Here we
+are,--and we'll just arrange, while here, to take a doctor back with
+us."
+
+It was late that afternoon that Miss Ruth, having remained to see the
+Major safely asleep after his removal to St. Luke's Hospital, came down
+the steps of that institution with her pretty eyes all dim with crying,
+the doctor's words ringing in her ears, "Poor little chap," he had said,
+"it's merely a question of time."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+THE ANGEL MEETS AN OLD FRIEND.
+
+
+A few days later Mrs. O'Malligan, in her best attire, and Miss
+Bonkowski, also gotten up regardlessly even to an added bloom upon her
+cheeks, sallied forth in the face of the first snowfall, to take the
+Angel to St. Luke's Hospital, where, by appointment, Miss Ruth was to
+meet them.
+
+When in time they reached the building and Miss Stannard led the way up
+to the Children's Ward, a white-capped nurse came forward between the
+rows of little beds each with its child occupant, her finger on her
+lips. "He is so much weaker to-day," she explained, "I would say he had
+better not see any one, except that he will fret, so please stay only a
+few moments," and she led them to where Joey lay, his white bed shut off
+from his little neighbors by a screen. His eyes were closed and a young
+resident physician was standing by the bed.
+
+"We thought he was going for a while this morning," whispered the nurse,
+but, low as she spoke, the Major heard. A ghost of a twinkle was in his
+brown eyes as they opened and sought the doctor's. "I fooled 'em that
+time, didn't I, Doc?" he demanded, and one trembling lid attempted its
+old-time wink.
+
+"You wanted Angel, Joey dear," said Miss Ruth, "and she has come to see
+you."
+
+The Angel's face was full of doubt and trouble, her eyes dark with
+gathering tears. Frightened at this something she half-divined, but
+could not understand, she drew near doubtfully. "Angel loves her Joey,
+her does," she asserted, however, as if in refutation of her fears.
+
+"Show her--my--gun," whispered Joey, and from the table where his eyes
+could feast upon it, the nurse lifted a small rifle.
+
+"The Cap'n give it ter me,--so I could be a--member of th'
+Reg'ment--_now_--see? Ain't it a dandy--Angel?"
+
+The child nodded gravely, but all the while her little breast was
+heaving with the gathering sobs. Seeing Miss Norma also in tears, Miss
+Ruth motioned her to take the Angel ahead, and leaving Mrs. O'Malligan
+speaking to the nurse, Miss Ruth followed slowly after, talking with the
+doctor as she went.
+
+A moment later, the ward was startled by a cry from the hall beyond,
+"Yosie,--Angel's Yosie!"
+
+Miss Ruth and the doctor hurried out. In the hall in a rolling chair sat
+a young woman to whose knees the Angel was clinging, amid sobs and
+little cooing cries of joy. "Yosie, Angel's Yosie."
+
+"Poor girl!" ejaculated the young doctor, "this may lead to her
+identification. We do not even know her name," he explained to Miss
+Stannard. "A case of paralysis,--almost helpless. Never has spoken since
+brought here. Yes," in answer to Miss Ruth's eager inquiries, "she has
+gotten so that she can make signs for yes and no."
+
+At once Miss Stannard turned to the girl, from whose lap Norma was
+trying to draw the expostulating Angel. "Do you know Angel?" she asked,
+her hand on the child as she spoke.
+
+There was a slight affirmative droop to the eyelids, while the gaze
+beneath was fixed imploringly on Miss Ruth.
+
+"Are you Rosy?" she asked.
+
+"My Yosie, it _is_ my Yosie!" declared the Angel, with one of her little
+bursts of baby rage, pulling away from Norma and stamping her foot,
+frantic that any doubt should exist.
+
+At this point, Mrs. O'Malligan, who had been following in her
+comfortable fashion, unconscious of any excitement, drew near. Suddenly
+there was an excited cry from that lady. "Howly Mither, an' it's Mrs.
+Buckley's own sister, Rosy O'Brien, fer sure!"
+
+The wild eyes of the sick girl turned towards Mrs. O'Malligan with signs
+of recognition. The doctor repeated his story.
+
+"She must have been Angel's nurse," said Miss Stannard.
+
+"An' was it the darlint's nurse ye war, Rosy O'Brien?" inquired Mrs.
+O'Malligan.
+
+"Yes," signalled the eyelids, whereupon Mrs. O'Malligan, swaying her
+body to and fro, and clapping her hands, burst forth suddenly, "I say
+through wid it all, I say through wid it all! Ye brought the Angel
+choild to the Tiniment wid ye to say your sister, now, didn't ye, Rosy,
+me jewel?"
+
+The good Irish lady waited for the affirmative droop from the eager
+eyes.
+
+"An' maybe ye found the door locked, an' not knowin' yer sister had
+moved away an' Miss Johnson, what goes to the car stables a-cleanin' by
+the day, livin' in her room now, ye set the choild down in the empty
+room a-nixt to it, an' run down to ask me as to whir yer sister had
+gone, now, didn't ye, Rosy O'Brien?" and Mrs. O'Malligan's garlanded
+bonnet fell over one ear in the good soul's excitement.
+
+Thus far apparently she was right.
+
+"An' I wasn't to home, for sure I niver seen ye," ventured Mrs.
+O'Malligan, her hands now on her hips as she gazed at the girl and
+pondered.
+
+She was right again.
+
+"An' what happened thin, I niver can say no further!"
+
+The doctor, referring to a note book, spoke next. "She was brought
+here," he said, "on the seventh of last July, about six o'clock in the
+evening, having been knocked down by a horse at the corner of Camden and
+Lisiden Streets."
+
+"Whist!" cried Mrs. O'Malligan, her shawl fallen to the floor, her
+bonnet now hanging by the strings down her back, "that's our own corner,
+an' it's as plain to me now as the nose on yer face! Not findin' me to
+home, ye were runnin' over to the grocery to find out from yer sister's
+husband's brother Bill whativer had become of the family!"
+
+The sharp Irish lady had hit it again, and Miss Ruth here interrupted to
+ask Miss Bonkowski if she could remember the date on which the child had
+been found in the vacant room. After some thought and debate, Miss Norma
+declared it to have been on the morning of the eighth of July, because
+her own birthday came on the fifteenth and she remembered remarking the
+child had then been with them a week.
+
+But here the whole party came to a standstill, and the wild, imploring
+look came back in poor Rosy O'Brien's eyes.
+
+The doctor laid his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't fret, my
+girl, it will all come right now in time. It is no wonder," turning to
+Miss Stannard, "she has been so slow getting better. I have said a
+hundred times the girl had something on her mind."
+
+Miss Ruth turned to Rosy again. "Does the child's mother, or do her
+people live here in the city?" she inquired.
+
+The eyelids failed to move, which according to the doctor meant _no_.
+
+"What will we do," sighed Miss Ruth, "for the more the child is asked,
+the more perplexed we get, and now----"
+
+"Sure an' we'll ask Mrs. Buckley, Rosy's sister, an' she'll tell us all
+about it," said the practical Mrs. O'Malligan. "I remember well of her
+tellin' me of the foine wages Rosy was a-gittin; along of her goin' off
+so fur wid some rich lady as a nurse."
+
+At this hopeful point the doctor interfered, thinking best to prevent
+any further exciting of his patient, and accordingly wheeled her back
+to her ward, leaving the others to soothe the terror of the child, at
+seeing hope vanish with Rosy.
+
+Pausing outside the big hospital in a trembling and excited little
+group, Miss Stannard detailed her plans. As the snow was coming down
+steadily, Miss Bonkowski should return to the Tenement at once with the
+excited, sobbing child, and Mrs. O'Malligan should take Miss Ruth to
+find Mrs. Buckley, the sister of poor Rosy O'Brien.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+"And do you know," explained Miss Ruth that evening, to Mr. Dilke, who
+had fallen into a way of calling quite frequently indeed, of late, "and
+do you know, this woman, this Mrs. Buckley would not believe us, but
+insisted that her sister, Rosy O'Brien, as well as the child her sister
+had nursed, were drowned in that terrible ferry-boat disaster last July.
+After what seemed to me hours of catechising, I got the story from her.
+
+"A year ago, as I finally found out, her sister, this same Rosy
+O'Brien, went South with a Mr. and Mrs. De Leon Breaux, whose child she
+had been nursing at Narragansett during the summer.
+
+"This spring, Mrs. Buckley, living then in the Tenement where the child
+was afterward found, received a letter from Rosy, saying she would be in
+the city with her mistress for a few days in July on their way to the
+seashore for the summer.
+
+"Meanwhile Mrs. Buckley moved, and being unable to write, left her new
+address with Mrs. O'Malligan. But the summer passing and no Rosy
+appearing, in September Mrs. Buckley grew anxious and got a friend to
+write to the Breaux' address for her, inclosing a letter to Rosy.
+
+"In answer came a reply from Mr. Breaux, which letter Mrs. Buckley
+showed me. It stated that on the seventh of last July Rosy O'Brien and
+the child, '_our little Angelique_,' the letter called her, had been
+drowned while crossing the river on the ferry.
+
+"Mrs. Breaux and her young sister, with Rosy O'Brien and the child, had
+reached the city the day before, having come by steamer from New
+Orleans, their home.
+
+"According to the statement of a waiter at the hotel. Rosy, tired of
+waiting for the return of the two ladies from a shopping expedition, and
+having been promised the afternoon, started off soon after lunch with
+the child, saying that she was going across the river on the ferry to
+see her sister. This was the last seen of them.
+
+"Mr. Breaux hurried North in response to his wife's summons, and some
+days following the ferry disaster, which occurred shortly after the girl
+left the hotel, a body was found in the river, which from its black
+cashmere dress, white apron and plain gold ring, was identified as that
+of poor Rosy.
+
+"The girl had been taken on the recommendation of a former mistress and,
+as so often is the case, the Breaux' knew neither the name nor the
+address of this sister, and having,--in addition to the papers being
+filled with the matter,--advertised in vain, the body was buried and,
+despairing finally of recovering their child's body, they returned
+South. Though don't think," said pretty Ruth suddenly regarding Mr.
+Dilke's attentive face while she laughed, "that I received the story
+from Mrs. Buckley in any such direct fashion. Such people are not only
+illogical and irrelevant, they are secretive,--if ever you have to do
+with them as my work leads me to, you'll understand what I mean. But to
+continue with Mrs. Buckley. In order to convince her that neither Rosy
+nor the child, despite her evidence, were dead, I took her straight back
+to the hospital, and as she then admitted Rosy to be Rosy, any lingering
+doubts were put at rest. And now you see why I was so relieved when you
+came this evening. Mother has no better business head than I have, and I
+want you to help me determine how best to let these Breaux know the
+child is alive."
+
+But Mr. Dilke, though far from a stupid young man, confessed himself a
+little dazed by Miss Ruth's rapid and excited story. Whereupon,
+laughing, she went over it again, adding, "And here is the address and
+the name is De Leon Breaux, and how shall we word the telegram?"
+
+And after much speculation the following was written and sent:
+
+    "Nurse-girl, Rose O'Brien, found in hospital, paralyzed.
+    Child safe and well.
+
+                    "VAN ALSTINE DILKE,
+
+                                  "HOTEL ST. GEORGE."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+MARY CAREW IS TEMPTED.
+
+
+When Norma, on reaching home with the tired child, finished her story,
+which, truth to tell, lost nothing of its dramatic possibilities in her
+telling, Mary Carew looked up with her face so set and white that Norma,
+who had been too intent in her recital to notice the gradual change in
+the other's manner, was startled.
+
+"Don't take on so, Mary," she cried, removing the child's wraps as she
+spoke, "I've always warned you she wasn't any deserted child, haven't
+I?" but there was a real tenderness in Norma's voice as she reminded the
+other of it.
+
+"You'd better get your supper," Mary replied, "it's near time for you to
+be going," and she pushed her work aside and held out her arms for the
+child, her face softening as it did for nothing else in the world.
+
+Tired, cold, dazed with crying, the drooping little soul crept into
+Mary's arms, which closed hungrily and held her close as the sobs began
+to come again.
+
+Unlike her usual self, Mary let Norma prepare the supper unaided, while
+she sat gazing down on the flushed little face pillowed on her arm, and
+drew off the broken shoes, chafing and rubbing the cold, tired feet with
+her hand.
+
+She wanted no supper, she declared shortly in response to Norma's call,
+but on being pressed, came to the table and drank a little tea
+thirstily, and fed the sleepy child from her own plate.
+
+"Now don't take on so, Mary, don't fret about it while I'm gone," Norma
+begged as she hurried off to her nightly duties. "I'll miss her just as
+much as you, if it does turn out that we have to give her up, and for
+the darling's own sake, Mary, we ought to be glad to think she's going
+back to her own."
+
+But Mary, laying the sleeping child down in the crib, burst forth as the
+door closed, "An' it's Norma Bonkowski can tell me I ought to be glad!
+She can tell me that, and then say she'll miss her the same as me! It's
+little then she knows about my feelings,--for it'll be to lose the one
+bright thing outer my life as has ever come in it. 'Go back to her own!'
+Like as not her own's a mother like them fine ones I see on the Avenoos
+as leaves their little ones to grow up with hired nurses. 'Give her
+up--give--her up--' Norma says so easy like,--when every word chokes
+me--" and struggling against her sobs, Mary fell on her knees beside the
+crib, burying her face in the covers, "an' I must go on sittin' here day
+after day sewin', an' my precious one gone; stitchin' an' stitchin', one
+day jus' like another stretchin' on ahead, long as life itself, an' no
+little feet a-patterin' up the stairs, an' no little voice a-callin' on
+me,--nothin' to live for, nothin' to keep me from thinkin' an' thinkin'
+till I'm nigh to goin' crazy with the stitchin'--give her up?"--a wild
+look was on Mary's face as she raised it suddenly, a desperate one in
+her eyes--"I'll not give her up--she's mine----"
+
+For a moment she gazed at the flushed face framed about with the sunny
+hair, then she rose, and, moving about the room with feverish haste,
+she gathered together certain of the garments which hung from nails
+about the walls, and rolled them into a bundle. Then from between the
+mattress and the boards of the bed she drew an old purse, and counted
+its contents.
+
+"Two dollars and seventy-five,--eighty-five, ninety,--that's mine,--the
+rest is Norma's," and she returned the remainder to the hiding-place.
+Then, putting on her own hat and shawl, she lifted the drowsy child,
+still dressed, and slipping on her cloak, rolled her in addition, in the
+shawl found with her that July morning almost five months before.
+
+Then grimly picking up child and bundle, with one guilty, frightened
+look about the room that for so many years had meant home to her, she
+went out the door and hurried cautiously down the steps and out into the
+snowy night.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+It was half-past twelve when Norma Bonkowski, returning, climbed the
+stairs of the Tenement wearily. She was cold, for her clothes were
+thin; she was tired, for the day had been a hard one; she was
+dispirited, for the manager had been more than usually sharp and
+critical of her performance that night.
+
+When she entered her door the room was dark. The lamp had burned itself
+out and the room was filled with the sickening smell. The fire, too, was
+out, save for a few red embers. With a sudden realization that something
+was wrong, Norma groped about the littered mantel-shelf for a match,
+then hastily lit an end of candle. Bed and crib were empty, half the
+nails bare of their garments.
+
+"Gone!" cried Norma, beginning to wring her hands. Intuitively she felt
+what had happened. Desperate at the thought of losing her darling, Mary
+Carew had fled.
+
+But in a moment a re-assuring look replaced the fright on the blue,
+pinched features. "I know Mary better than she knows herself," declared
+the optimistic Norma, "she'll be back," and tossing her blonde head
+resolutely, she threw aside her hat and cape and began to rekindle the
+fire.
+
+"I'll put on the tea-kettle, too," she told herself, "and be real
+comfortable and extravagant for once, and have a cup of tea ready when
+they come," for the good lady had no intention of going to bed, assuring
+herself she would not sleep if she did. So, moving about, she refilled
+the lamp, and drawing the machine nearer the stove, began to sew where
+Mary had left off. "I wonder how she thinks to make a livin'," Norma
+asked herself, smiling grimly, "seein' the machine's left behind. Poor
+Mary! I know her too well, she'll be back before morning."
+
+One, two,--then three, a neighboring church clock tolled, and Norma
+stitched and waited, stitched and waited. Several times she fell asleep,
+her head upon the machine, to awake with a start, hurry to the door and
+listen.
+
+A little before four she heard a step, and running to the door caught
+poor Mary as she staggered in, half-sinking with her burdens. Taking the
+frightened, wailing child and putting her down by the fire, Norma
+dragged Mary to a chair.
+
+"Hush," she commanded, when Mary tried to speak, "I know--I understand,"
+and for once regardless of the child's comfort, she dragged the sodden
+shoes from Mary's feet, drew off the wet skirts and wrapped her in
+anything, everything, warm she could find. By this time Mary was sobbing
+wildly, and Norma, half-distracted, turned to draw the tea and to toast
+some slices of the stale bread she had waiting.
+
+"Now," she said, jerking the table around before Mary, then sitting down
+and taking up the child, "you drink that, Mary Carew, before you dare to
+say one word!"
+
+The child responded promptly to the warmth and food and began to
+chatter. "C'rew did take Angel away, Norma, and it was cold and Angel
+cwied, and C'rew cwied, but the nice lady sang."
+
+"I tried to run off with her," sobbed Mary, "but the Lord stood right in
+my way an' turned me back."
+
+"Whatever do you mean, Mary?" demanded Norma.
+
+"Just that, just what I said. I was a-runnin' off so's to keep her fer
+my own, an' th' Lord stopped me an' sent me back."
+
+The child, nodding on Norma's knee like a rosy little Mandarin, caught
+the sacred name. "I p'ay the Lord mine and Joey's and eve'ybody's soul
+to keep," she murmured with drowsy effort, thinking C'rew was urging her
+to say the little prayer Miss Ruth had taught her.
+
+"He will, He will," said Mary Carew with awed emphasis, "if ever I
+doubted it before, Norma, I know now He will. I had been walkin' a good
+while after I left here, for I had laid my plans hasty-like, to cross
+the river an' get a room on the other side, for I was jus' outer my
+head, Norma, along of the thought of losin' her,--an' as I said, I had
+been walkin' I don' know how long, plannin' as I went, when the darlin'
+woke up, an' begun to cry. An' jus' then a man opened a door to come out
+of a place as had a great sign up, an' in the light as come out with
+him, he caught sight of us.
+
+"'Haven't you no place to go fer shelter, my poor woman?' he says, for I
+was kinder breathless, an' pantin', fer the darlin' an' the bundle was a
+weight to carry. But I was that tired out, I couldn't say nothin' but
+jus' begin to cry. Seem' which he says, 'This is one of the
+All-Night-Missions, come in an' I will see if you may stay until
+morning.'
+
+"Thinkin' as how th' child might be sufferin' with the cold, I follered
+him in, a-plannin' to leave at daylight an' get across the river. I set
+down on a bench where he pointed me, an' when I got my breath I begun to
+look around.
+
+"It was a nice place, Norma, with picters round th' walls an' a good
+fire an' people sittin' round listenin' to a man talkin', an' when he
+stopped, a lady begun to sing a song about some sheep as were lost.
+
+"Angel here, she had stopped crying soon as she got warm, an' now she
+set up, peart an' smilin', pleased to death with the singin'. An' when
+she was done her song, the lady went to talkin', an' right along, Norma,
+she was talkin' straight at me. It mus' have been th' Lord as tol' her
+to do it, else how did she know?
+
+"'Rachel,' says she, an' I reckon this Rachel's another poor such a one
+as me, don't you, Norma?--'Rachel a cryin' for her children an' there
+wasn't any comfort for her because they weren't there!' That's how she
+begun. 'There isn't no love,' she said, 'no love on earth like the love
+a mother has for her child, you might take it away,' she said, 'an' try
+to fill its place with money an' everything good in life, but you can't
+make her stop wantin' her child an' thinkin' about it, not if you was to
+separate them fifty years; or you might try to beat it out of a mother
+or starve it out of her, but if the mother love had ever been there,
+it'd be there still.' That's what she said, Norma. An' she s'posed like
+the child was lost an' she said, 'even if there was a lot of children
+besides that a one, would she stay at home, contented like, with them as
+was safe? No,' she said, 'that mother wouldn't, she'd start out and go
+hunt for the one as was lost,--even to faintin' along the way, till she
+found the child or give up an' died. That's how the Lord cares for
+us'--she said, but I didn't hear no more after that, for I jus' set
+there turned like to stone, goin' over what she said, the darlin' asleep
+again in my lap. An' seems like I must a set there for hours, Norma,
+fightin' against the Lord.
+
+"'An' if you as ain't her mother wants her so,' at last, somethin'
+inside says to me, 'how much more must th' mother what's lost her want
+her?' and at that, Norma, the Lord won an' I got up an' come back with
+the child."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+THE MAJOR OBEYS ORDERS.
+
+
+"He's going fast." So the nurse whispered to Miss Stannard, as with Mr.
+Dilke and Old G. A. R., she came in that December afternoon. As the
+three neared the little bed, shut off by the screens from the rest of
+the ward, they found the Angel already there in the arms of a tall, dark
+gentleman, while by Joey's pillow knelt a slender lady with shining hair
+and grave, sweet eyes like the Angel's.
+
+The Major tried to smile a welcome. "They've come--ter--carry--Angel
+home, they have," he whispered, "her dad--an' her--mammy."
+
+The white hand of the Angel's "Mammy," took Joey's softly and her eyes
+were full of tears. "Joey is going home too," she said.
+
+The Major's eyes wandered questioningly "The big--Angel's--come to get
+th' little Angel--but--my Mammy--ain't come--to get me?"
+
+"She has not come, Joey dear," the soft voice explained, "because she is
+waiting for you. Joey is going to her."
+
+The little voice was very weak now,--very wistful. "Goin'--now?" asked
+the Major.
+
+"Yes, Joey."
+
+His whisper could hardly be understood when after a long pause, he
+spoke again. "I--want--th' Cap'n--ter--gimme--th'--order,--'cause--
+I--b'long--ter--th' Reg'ment."
+
+"What order, Major?" came from the Captain huskily.
+
+"Old--G.--A.--R.--he knows--" the Major's voice could just be caught
+now.
+
+Old G. A. R. who had given the order to those little feet so many times,
+knew and understood, and his big voice rolled out with suspicious
+unsteadiness now,--"Attention--Company!--Forward--" then the old
+soldier's voice broke as the little eyelids fluttered. Old G. A. R.
+could not go on.
+
+"--March!" came softly from Van Alstine Dilke, and with a ghost of his
+old, roguish smile the Major's eyes closed, as he obeyed orders.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+TELLS OF THE TENEMENT'S CHRISTMAS.
+
+
+The Angel had but a week in which to prepare Christmas for the Tenement,
+but with the help of her marshaled forces she did it. With such a
+company of grateful assistants as her Father, her Mother, and the pretty
+young Aunt or "Tante" as the Angel called her, all things seemed
+possible.
+
+A Christmas Tree it was decreed by her small ladyship her Tenement
+should have, and Mrs. O'Malligan's first floor front, failing entirely
+in height or breadth to accommodate it, Mr. Dilke came forward and
+offered Miss Angelique the Armory in the name of the Fourth Regiment.
+
+And such a Tree! How it towered to the oaken roof and lost itself among
+the beams, and laden, festooned, and decorated, how proudly it spread
+its great branches out to the balconies!
+
+Mrs. O'Malligan, alone, of all the Tenement, was let into the secret,
+and when it was finally disclosed, how the hearts of the favored
+fluttered as the Angel delivered her invitations,--every lady, every
+lady's husband, and every son and daughter of the Tenement being bidden
+to come. Not to steal in at the back door, as if the Armory was ashamed
+of its guests, but to walk proudly around the square and enter boldly in
+at the front doors of the building. All of which tended to raise the
+self-respect of the Tenement, whose spirits went up very high indeed.
+
+And on that eventful Christmas Day, when the guests who were bidden had
+arrived, it was discovered that the object most desired of each good
+lady's heart, was to be found on, or around the base of that Tree.
+Perhaps if Mrs. O'Malligan had explained the meanings of the many
+mysterious conferences that had taken place lately in her first floor
+front, the ladies might better have understood.
+
+There was a pretty carpet, as well as lace curtains, long the desire of
+little Mrs. Tomlins' ambition, the set of "chiny" dishes dear to another
+good lady, a dress for this one, a bonnet, a nice rocking chair for
+that,--with new hats, pipes and tobacco around for the men,--and in
+addition for Mr. Tomlin, an entire suit of clothes and an overcoat, did
+that wonderful Tree shed upon his proud shoulders.
+
+Candy, nuts, and fruit were there in abundance, open to all, while the
+children paused,--awed, under a deluge of toys such as their eyes had
+never beheld the likeness of before.
+
+Nor was this all,--for somewhere about that Tree, hung a document, which
+being delivered, revealed to Miss Norma Bonkowski that she was now the
+owner and proprietor of that same Costumer's establishment she had so
+coveted,--while a most innocent and ordinary looking little book bearing
+Mary Carew's name told the secret of a sum of money safely in bank, so
+sufficient that never again need that grim phantom, the poor-house,
+threaten to overshadow the end as it had the beginning of Mary's life.
+
+As for Mrs. O'Malligan,--who had so successfully betrayed the secrets
+of her neighbors, she was the most surprised of all to find her own
+discovered. For, learning that the O'Malligans' savings toward "a house
+of our own over th' river wid a goat an' a bit of a pig-sty," still
+lacked a small sum of being sufficient, the Angel had accordingly
+completed the amount.
+
+And then the Tenement, weary with the accumulations of pleasure and
+surprise, had taken itself home.
+
+No one had been forgotten. Even the sixty little Kindergartens, through
+the combined munificence of Mr. Dilke and the Angel, were, according to
+the gloomy prophecies of 'Tildy Peggins as she waited upon them at the
+feast, "a stuffed to their little stomicks' heverlastin' undoin'." And
+Old G. A. R., from the depths of a new arm-chair, tried to solace his
+lonely old heart with whiffs of fragrant tobacco from a wonderful new
+pipe.
+
+Neither was Joey forgotten in this time of rejoicing, for St. Luke's was
+made glad that Christmas Day when the Fourth Regiment endowed a child
+cot's "In memory of The Little Major."
+
+Even Rosy O'Brien, whose one act of unfaithfulness had been so terribly
+punished, was made happy by the news her little Angelique brought her,
+that now since she was freed of her wearing secret, her health would
+begin to return. And in time it did, and long after, when her tongue
+could again frame its words, she dictated such a letter of contrition
+and remorse to Mrs. Breaux, that that gentle heart's last feelings
+against her were forgotten. In this letter, too, the poor girl related
+the happenings of the afternoon when she left the Hotel.
+
+Allured by the shop windows, she and her charge had stopped so often
+that on reaching the river, they learned of the accident which had just
+taken place in mid-river. At this, the girl had hurried back and crossed
+by the bridge.
+
+On reaching the Tenement finally, and finding her sister's door locked,
+and beginning to feel anxious about returning, on the impulse of the
+moment, that she might go down the faster, being breathless with the
+climb up the steep and broken stairs, she set the tired and sleepy
+child down on her shawl in the adjoining room, whose door stood open,
+and hurried down to find Mrs. O'Malligan and beg a scrap of paper to
+write a few lines to put under her sister's door.
+
+Again Fate was against her. Mrs. O'Malligan's door was locked, and she
+determined to run across to the corner grocery to beg a bit of paper and
+pencil from Mr. Buckley's brother Bill who clerked there, and learn
+something of the absent family. And here, while crossing the street in
+nervous haste, she had been knocked down in a press of vehicles,--and so
+the long chapter of strange accidents was set going.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+A few days after Christmas the prima donna of The Garden Opera House was
+found in her luxurious sitting-room, by her maid, face downward on the
+couch,--in tears, the result of a state of mind, caused, as it proved,
+by a visit from the little Angelique and her beautiful mother.
+
+"How can I ever thank you for your generous impulse," Mrs. Breaux had
+said, in impulsive, sweet fashion, taking the wayward, beautiful, young
+creature's hand in hers, "or how can I ever be grateful enough to the
+good God for surrounding my darling with such love and preserving her,
+as He has done, from the evils of this terrible city," and she had cried
+and trembled even then, with the child there against her knee, calling
+and prattling to the green and yellow parrot on his gilded perch.
+
+"If only some one could have understood all the poor child tried to
+tell," said the prima donna, "but her dear, funny little lisp--"
+
+"It is no wonder they could not," cried the mother in quick exoneration
+of her child's Tenement friends, "her speech was a comical mixture of
+her father's French, my English, and the nurse's Irish brogue,--even Mr.
+Breaux gave up often in despair, and would turn for me to interpret."
+
+It followed, then, that Angelique had been brought to tell the great
+singer good-bye, and in speaking of her first meeting with her at the
+Opera House, the prima donna referred to the child's wonderful grace,
+her poise. "She has more than talent," the professional woman said,
+"she has genius."
+
+"It is a love of motion born in her," replied the mother, "my sisters
+have it before her. Angelique danced actually before she could talk, and
+my sister took her to dancing school and kindergarten when she was
+little more than a baby, because it seemed such a pleasure to the
+child."
+
+And then it so happened the singer was led to speak of her own life, of
+her wretched, motherless childhood, her poverty, the discovery of her
+voice and her subsequent success.
+
+"A success that sometimes seems but ashes in my mouth," she sobbed, as
+the young mother gathered her in her arms and comforted her with words
+which to her impulsive, untaught, undisciplined heart were as "apples of
+gold," and which sank too deep to ever be forgotten. And it was
+following this visit that her maid found her in tears.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+Pretty Miss Stannard sighed, as with Mr. Dilke in attendance, she was
+walking up from the station, having seen Angelique, her mother, father,
+and Tante off for their southern home. "How nice," she sighed, "for them
+to have been able to show their gratitude as they have; money can do
+anything."
+
+But Mr. Dilke, who, of late had had reason to question the desirability
+of being a rich young man, since the conscientious and analytical young
+person by his side had returned an unfavorable answer to a certain
+matrimonial proposition on his part, alleging her inability to determine
+how far her affections were biased by sordidness. So Mr. Dilke shook his
+head and took a sidelong glance at his companion's pretty profile. "No,
+money cannot," he returned promptly in refutation of her statement, "all
+mine cannot give me the one thing that makes the rest seem worth while."
+
+"Nor would you want that one thing if it could," returned Miss Stannard
+quite as promptly, though what little of her profile Mr. Dilke could
+catch sight of now, so attractive did something prove across the
+way--grew a beautiful rosy red as she spoke,--"no, money could not give
+you that. I've thought and thought until I am quite--convinced--of
+that--though if you just could be poor,--real nice and poverty-stricken
+long enough to test me,--I'd always feel safer--you know----"
+
+And when, in time, a successor was found to supply Miss Stannard's place
+at the Darcy Settlement's Free Kindergarten, it was to see the Angel in
+her beautiful southern home that Mr. Van Alstine took his pretty, young
+wife. And there, whom did they find,--her face all softened and
+transfigured with happiness, tending her beloved charge with jealous
+care--but Mary Carew!
+
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+
+Sunbeam Stories and Others.
+
+BY
+
+ANNIE FLINT.
+
+_With cover design by Dora Wheeler Keith, and seven full-page
+illustrations by Dora Wheeler Keith, Meredith Nugent and Izora
+C. Chandler._
+
+_Square, 12mo. Cloth, $1.00._
+
+------
+
+"There is a touch of pure poetic fancy in each of the tales,
+and the sunbeams here invested with life and tiny human forms,
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+<h1>
+<span class="title1">THE ANGEL OF</span><br />
+<span class="title">THE TENEMENT</span>
+</h1>
+
+<p class="centerbold">BY<br />
+<span class="big">GEORGE MADDEN MARTIN</span></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p class="centerbold">NEW YORK<br />
+BONNELL, SILVER &amp; CO.<br />
+1897</p>
+
+<p class="centerpadded">
+<span class="smcap">Copyright</span><br />
+BY<br />
+BONNELL, SILVER &amp; CO.,<br />
+1897.</p>
+
+<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+<table class="toc" summary="Table of Contents">
+<tr>
+<td class="chapter"><span class="smcap">CHAPTER</span></td>
+<td colspan="2" class="right"><span class="smcap">PAGE</span></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">I.</td>
+<td>The Advent of the Angel</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">II.</td>
+<td>The Entertainers of the Angel</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">III.</td>
+<td>Introduces the Little Major</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">IV.</td>
+<td>The Angel Becomes a Fairy</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">V.</td>
+<td>The Angel Rescues Mr. Tomlin</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">VI.</td>
+<td>The Major Superintends the Angel's Education</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">VII.</td>
+<td>Miss Ruth makes the Acquaintance of Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R.</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">VIII.</td>
+<td>The Angel meets an old Friend</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">IX.</td>
+<td>Mary Carew is Tempted</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">X.</td>
+<td>The Major Obeys Orders</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="right">XI.</td>
+<td>Tells of the Tenement's Christmas</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<h1>THE ANGEL OF THE TENEMENT.</h1>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER I.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">THE ADVENT OF THE ANGEL.</span></h2>
+
+<p>The ladies of the Tenement felt that it was
+a matter concerning the reputation of the
+house. Therefore on this particular hot July
+morning they were gathered in the apartment
+of Miss Mary Carew and Miss Norma Bonkowski,
+if one small and dingy room may be so
+designated, and were putting the matter under
+discussion.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Carew, tall, bony, and more commonly
+known to the Tenement as Miss C'rew, of
+somewhat tart and acrid temper, being pressed
+for her version of the story, paused in her
+awkward and intent efforts at soothing the
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span>beautiful, fair-haired child upon her lap and
+explained that she was stepping out her door
+that morning with her water-bucket, thinking
+to get breakfast ready before Miss Bonkowski
+awoke, when a child's frightened crying startled
+her, coming from a room across the hall which
+for some weeks had been for rent.</p>
+
+<p>"At that," continued Miss Carew, moved to
+unwonted loquacity, and patting the child industriously
+while she addressed the circle of
+listening ladies, "at that, 'sure as life!' says I,
+and stepped across and opened the door, an'
+there, settin' on this shawl, its eyes big like it
+had jus' waked up, an' cryin' like to break its
+heart, was this here baby. I picked her right
+up an' come an' woke Norma, but it's nothin'
+we can make out, 'ceptin' she's been in that
+there room all night."</p>
+
+<p>Many were the murmurs and ejaculations
+from the circle of wondering ladies, while Miss
+Bonkowski, a frowzy-headed lady in soiled
+shirt waist and shabby skirt, with a small waist
+and shoulders disproportionately broad; and
+with, moreover, a dab of paint upon each high-boned
+cheek,&mdash;nothing daunted by previous
+failures, leaned forward and putting a some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>what
+soiled finger beneath the child's pretty
+chin, inquired persuasively, "And isn't the
+darling going to tell its Norma its name?"</p>
+
+<p>Miss Bonkowski spoke airily and as if delivering
+a part. But this the good ladies forgave,
+for was not this same Miss Norma the
+flower that shed an odor of distinction over the
+social blossoming of the whole Tenement?
+Was not Miss Bonkowski a chorus lady at The
+Garden Opera House?</p>
+
+<p>So her audience looked on approvingly while
+Miss Norma snapped her fingers and chirruped
+to the baby encouragingly. "And what is the
+darling's name?" she repeated.</p>
+
+<p>The little one, her pitiful sobbing momentarily
+arrested, regarded Miss Bonkowski with
+grave wonder. "Didn't a know I are Angel?"
+she returned in egotistical surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"Sure an' it's the truth she's spakin', fer it's
+the picter of an angel she is," cried Mrs. O'Malligan,
+she of the first-floor front, who added a
+tidy sum to her husband's earnings by taking
+in washing, and in consequence of the size of
+these united incomes, no less than that of her
+big heart, was regarded with much respect by the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>
+Tenement, "just look at the swate face of her,
+would ye, an' the loikes of her illegant gown!"</p>
+
+<p>"Won't it tell its Norma where it came
+from? Who brought the dearie here and left
+it in the naughty room? Tell its Norma,"
+continued Miss Bonkowski, on her knees upon
+the bare and dirty floor, and eyeing the dainty
+embroidery and examining the quality of the
+fine white dress while she coaxed.</p>
+
+<p>"Yosie brought Angel&mdash;" the child began,
+then as if the full realization of the strangeness
+of it all returned at mention of that familiar
+name, the baby turned her back on Norma and
+pulling at Mary Carew's dress imperatively,
+gazed up into that lady's thin, sharp face,
+"Angel wants her mamma,&mdash;take Angel to
+her mamma," she commanded, even while her
+baby chin was quivering and the big eyes
+winking to keep back the tears.</p>
+
+<p>"Sure an' it shall go to its mammy," returned
+Mrs O'Malligan soothingly, "an' whir
+was it ye left her, me Angel?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, tell its Norma where it left its
+mamma," murmured Miss Bonkowski coaxingly.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yosie bring Angel way a way," explained
+the baby obediently. "Yosie say Angel be a
+good girl and her come yite back. Where
+Yosie,&mdash;Angel wants Yosie to come now," and
+the plaintive little voice broke into a sob, as
+the child looked from one to the other of the
+circle beseechingly.</p>
+
+<p>The ladies exchanged pitying glances while
+the persevering Miss Norma rattled an empty
+spool in a tin cup violently to distract the
+baby's thoughts. "And how old is Angel?"
+she continued.</p>
+
+<p>Again the tears were checked, while the
+grave, disapproving surprise which Miss Bonkowski's
+ignorance seemed to call forth, once
+more overspread the small face, "Didn't a
+know her are three?" she returned reprovingly,
+reaching for the improvised and alluring
+plaything.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, yes," murmured Miss Bonkowski apologetically,
+"Angel is three years old, of
+course, a great, big girl."</p>
+
+<p>"A gwate, big girl," repeated the baby,
+nodding her pretty head approvingly, "that
+what Yosie say," then with abrupt change of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
+tone, "where her breakfast, her wants her
+milk!"</p>
+
+<p>"An' she shall have it, sure," cried Mrs.
+O'Malligan promptly, and retired out the door
+with heavy haste, while Miss Bonkowski hospitably
+turned to bring forth what the apartment
+could boast in the way of breakfast.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile the other ladies withdrew to the
+one window of the small room to discuss the
+situation.</p>
+
+<p>"That's it, I'm sure," one was saying, while
+she twisted up her back hair afresh, "for my
+man, he says he saw a woman pass our door
+yesterday afternoon, kinder late, an' go on up
+steps with a young 'un in her arms. He never
+seen her come back, he says, but Mis' Tomlin
+here, she says, she seen a woman dressed nice,
+come down afterwards seemin' in a hurry, but
+she didn't have no child, didn't you say, Mis'
+Tomlin?"</p>
+
+<p>Thus appealed to, timid little Mrs. Tomlin
+shifted her wan-faced, fretting baby from one
+arm to the other and asserted the statement to
+be quite true.</p>
+
+<p>"An'ther case of desartion," pronounced<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>
+Mrs. O'Malligan, having returned meanwhile
+with a cup filled with a thin blue liquid known
+to the Tenement as <i>milk</i>, "a plain case of
+desartion, an' whut's to be done about it, I
+niver can say!"</p>
+
+<p>"Done!" cried Miss Bonkowski, on her
+knees before Mary and the child, crumbling
+some bread into the milk, "and what are the
+police for but just such cases?"</p>
+
+<p>The other ladies glanced apprehensively at
+Mrs. O'Malligan, that lady's bitter hatred of
+these guardians of the public welfare being well
+known, since that day when three small O'Malligans
+were taken in the act of relieving a passing
+Italian gentleman of a part of his stock of
+bananas. Mrs. O'Malligan had paid their fines
+in the City Court, had thrashed them around
+as many times as her hot Irish temper had rekindled
+at the memory, but had never forgiven
+the police for the disgrace to the family of
+O'Malligan. And being the well-to-do personage
+of The Tenement, it should be remarked
+that Mrs. O'Malligan's sentiments
+were generally deferred to, if not always echoed
+by her neighbors.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"An' is it the polace ye'd be a-callin' in?"
+she burst forth volubly, reproach and indignation
+written upon the round red face she turned
+upon Miss Norma, "the polace? An' would
+ye be turnin' over the darlin' to the loikes of
+thim, to be locked up along with thaves an'
+murtherers afore night?" And, as a chorus of
+assenting murmurs greeted her, with her broad,
+flat foot thrust forward and hands upon her
+ample hips, Mrs. O'Malligan hurried on.</p>
+
+<p>"The polace is it ye say? An' who but
+these same polace, I ask ye, was it, gettin' this
+Tiniment,&mdash;as has always held it's head up
+respectable,&mdash;a-gettin' this Tiniment in the
+noospapers last winter along of that case of
+small-pox, an' puttin' a yellow flag out, an
+afther that nobody a-willin' to give me their
+washin', an Miss C'rew here as could get no
+pants to make, an' yerself, Miss Norma, darlint,
+an' no disrespect to you a-spakin' out so bold,
+a-layin' idle because of no thayater a-willin' to
+have ye. An' wasn't it thim same polace
+crathurs, too, I'm askin' ye, as took our rainwather
+cistern away along of the fevers breakin'
+out, they made bold to say, the desaivin' crathers,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>&mdash;an'
+me a-niver havin' me washin' white a-since,
+for ye'll aisy see why, usin' the muddy wather
+as comes from that hydranth yirselves!"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. O'Malligan glanced around triumphantly,
+shook her head and hurried on. "An' agin,
+there's little Joey. Who was it but the polace
+as come arristin' the feyther of the boy for
+batin' of his own wife, and him sint up for a
+year, an' she a-dyin' along of bein' weakly an'
+nobody to support her, an' Joey left in this very
+Tiniment an orphan child! Don't ye be a-callin'
+in no polace for the loikes of this swate angel
+choild, Miss Norma darlint, don't ye be doin'
+it! An' the most of thim once foine Irish
+gintlemen, bad luck to the loikes of thim!"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. O'Malligan paused,&mdash;she was obliged to,&mdash;for
+breath, whereupon Miss Bonkowski very
+amiably hastened to declare she meant no
+harm, having absolutely no knowledge of the
+class whatever, "except," with arch humor, "as
+presented on the stage, where, as everybody
+who had seen them there knew, they were
+harmless enough, goodness knows!" And the
+airy chorus lady shrugged her shoulders and
+smiled at her own bit of pleasantry. "But for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
+the matter of that, I still think something
+ought to be done, and what other means can
+we find for restoring the lost innocent?" and
+Miss Norma tossed her frizzled blonde head,
+quite enjoying, if the truth be told, the touch
+of romance about the affair. For once she
+seemed to be meeting, in real life, a situation
+worthy of the boards of The Garden Opera
+House, in whose stage vernacular a missing
+child was always a "lost innocent." "If we do
+not call on the police, Mrs. O'Malligan, how are
+we to ever find the child's mother?"</p>
+
+<p>Here Mary Carew looked up, and there was
+something like a metallic click about Mary's
+hard, dry tones as she spoke, for the years she
+had spent in making jeans pantaloons at one
+dollar and a half a dozen had not been calculated
+to sweeten her tones to mellowness, nor
+to induce her to regard human nature with
+charity.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you understand?" she said bluntly,
+"all the huntin' in the world ain't goin' to find
+a mother what don't mean to be found?"</p>
+
+<p>"But what makes you so sure she don't?"
+persisted Miss Bonkowski, letting the child take<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
+possession of spoon and cup, and quite revelling
+in the further touch of the dramatic developing
+in the situation.</p>
+
+<p>Unconsciously Mary pressed the child to her
+as she spoke. "It's as plain as everything else
+that's wrong and hard in this world," she said,
+and each word clicked itself off with metallic
+sharpness and decision, "the mother brought
+the child here late yesterday, waited until it
+was asleep in the room over there, then went
+off and left it. Why she chose this here particular
+Tenement we don't know and likely never
+will, though I ain't no doubt myself there's a
+reason. It ain't a pretty story or easy to understand
+but it's common enough, and you'll
+find that mother never means to be found, an'
+in as big a city as this 'n', tain't no use to
+try."</p>
+
+<p>"I will not&mdash;cannot&mdash;believe it," murmured
+Norma&mdash;in her best stage tones. Then she
+turned again to the child. "And how did it
+come here, dearie? Has baby a papa&mdash;where
+is baby's papa?"</p>
+
+<p>The little one rattled the tin spoon around
+the sides of the cup. "Papa bye," she returned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>
+chasing a solitary crumb intently. "Yosie
+sick, mamma sick, Tante sick, but Angel, her
+ain't sick when she come way a way on&mdash;on&mdash;"
+a worried look flitted over the flushed little
+face, and she looked up at Norma expectantly
+as if expecting her to supply the missing word,
+"on,&mdash;Angel come way a way on&mdash;<i>vaisseau</i>&mdash;"
+at last with baby glee she brought the word
+forth triumphantly, "Papa bye and Angel and
+mamma and Tante and Yosie come way a way
+on <i>vaisseau</i>!"</p>
+
+<p>"You see," said Mary Carew, looking at
+Norma, and the others shook their heads sadly.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Bonkowski accepted the situation.
+"Though what a vasso is, or a tante either, is
+beyond me to say," she murmured.</p>
+
+<p>"But what is goin' to be done with her,
+then?" ventured little Mrs. Tomlin, holding
+her own baby closer as she spoke.</p>
+
+<p>There was a pause which nobody seemed to
+care to break, during which more than one of
+the women saw the child on Mary's knee
+through dim eyes which turned the golden hair
+into a halo of dazzling brightness. Then
+Norma got up and began to clear away the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
+remains of breakfast and to clatter the crockery
+from stove and table together for washing,
+while Mary Carew, avoiding the others' glances,
+busied herself by awkwardly wiping the child's
+mouth and chin with a corner of her own faded
+cotton dress.</p>
+
+<p>Submitting as if the process was a matter of
+course, the baby gazed meanwhile into Mary's
+colorless, bony and unlovely face. Perhaps
+the childish eyes found something behind its
+hardness not visible to older and less divining
+insight, for one soft hand forthwith stole up to
+the hollow cheek, while the other pulled at the
+worn sleeve for attention. "What a name?"
+the clear little voice lisped inquiringly.</p>
+
+<p>Poor Mary looked embarrassed, but awkwardly
+lent herself to the caress as if, in spite
+of her shamefacedness, she found it not unpleasant.</p>
+
+<p>The baby's eyes regarded her with sad surprise.
+"A got no name, poor&mdash;poor&mdash;a got no
+name," then she broke forth, and as if quite
+overcome with the mournfulness of Mary's
+condition, the little head burrowed back into
+the hollow of the supporting arm, that she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>
+might the better gaze up and study the face of
+this object for pity and wonder.</p>
+
+<p>Poor Mary Carew&mdash;would that some one of
+the hundreds of un-mothered and unloved little
+ones in the great city had but found it out
+sooner&mdash;her starved heart had been hungering
+all her life, and now her arms closed about the
+child.</p>
+
+<p>"I reckon I'll keep her till somebody comes
+for her," she said with a kind of defiance, as if
+ashamed of her own weakness, "it'll only
+mean," with a grim touch of humor in her
+voice, "it'll only mean a few more jean pantaloons
+a week to make any how."</p>
+
+<p>"We'll share her keep between us alike,
+Mary Carew," declared Norma, haughtily, with
+a real, not an affected toss, of the frizzed head
+now, "what is your charge, is mine too, I'd
+have you know!"</p>
+
+<p>"Sure, an' we'll all do a part for the name of
+the house," said Mrs. O'Malligan, "an' be
+proud." And the other ladies agreeing to this
+more or less warmly, the matter was considered
+as settled.</p>
+
+<p>"An' as them as left her know where she is,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
+said Mary Carew, the click quite decided again
+in her tones, "if they want her, they know
+where to come and get her&mdash;but&mdash;you hear to
+what I say, Norma, they'll never come!"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER II.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">THE ENTERTAINERS OF THE ANGEL.</span></h2>
+
+<p>It was one thing for the good ladies of the
+Tenement to settle the matter thus, but another
+entirely for the high-spirited, passionate
+little stranger,&mdash;bearing every mark of refined
+birth and good breeding in her finely-marked
+features, her straight, slim white body, her
+slender hands and feet, her dainty ways and
+fearless bearing,&mdash;to adapt herself to the
+situation. The first excitement over, her terror
+and fright returned, and the cry went up unceasingly
+in lisping English interspersed with
+words utterly unintelligible to the two distracted
+ladies, begging to be taken to that mother of
+whom Mary Carew entertained so poor an
+opinion.</p>
+
+<p>It was in vain that good woman, with a tenderness
+and patience quite at variance with her
+harsh tones, rocked, petted, coaxed and tried<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
+to satisfy with vague promises of "to-morrow."
+In vain did Norma, no less earnestly now that
+the touch of romance had faded into grim responsibility,
+whistle and sing and snap her
+fingers, the terror was too real, the sense of
+loss too poignant, the baby heart refused
+to be comforted, and it was only when exhaustion
+came that the child would moan herself
+to sleep in Mary's arms.</p>
+
+<p>So passed several days, the baby drooping
+and pining, but clinging to Mary through it
+all, with a persistency which, while it won her
+heart entirely, sadly interfered with the progress
+of jean pantaloons.</p>
+
+<p>As for the more material Norma, whose
+time, free from the requirements of her profession,
+had hitherto been largely given to reshaping
+her old garments in imitations of the
+ever-changing fashions, finding that the baby
+clung to Mary, she bore no malice, but good-naturedly
+turned her skill toward making the
+poor accommodations of their room meet the
+needs of the occasion, and in addition appointed
+herself maid to her small ladyship. And an
+arduous task it ultimately proved, for, as the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
+child gradually became reconciled and began
+to play about, a dozen times a day a little pair
+of hands were stretched toward Norma and a
+sweet, tearful voice proclaimed in accents of
+anguished grief, "Angel's hands so-o-o dirty!"&mdash;which
+indeed they were each time, her surroundings
+being of that nature which rubbed
+off at every touch.</p>
+
+<p>Indeed so pronounced was the new inmate's
+dislike to dirt, that Mary, sensitive to criticism,
+took to rising betimes these hot mornings and
+making the stuffy room sweet with cleanliness.
+Not so easy a task as one might imagine either,
+in an apartment which combined kitchen,
+laundry, bedroom, dining-room and the other
+conveniences common to housekeeping in a
+12 &times; 15 space, as evidenced by the presence of
+a stove, a table with a tub concealed beneath, a
+machine, a bed, a washstand, two chairs, and
+a gayly decorated bureau, Norma's especial
+property, set forth with bottles of perfumery, a
+satin pin-cushion and a bunch of artificial
+flowers in a vase. And in putting the room
+thus to rights, when it is considered that every
+drop of water used upon floor, table or window,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>
+had to be carried up four flights of stairs,
+the sincerity of Mary's conversion to the
+angelic way of regarding things cannot be
+doubted.</p>
+
+<p>Nor, if Mary's word can be taken, were these
+efforts wasted upon her little ladyship, who,
+awakened by the bustle on the very first occasion
+of Mary's crusade against the general disorder,
+sat up in the crib donated by Mrs.
+O'Malligan,&mdash;the last of the O'Malligans being
+now in trousers,&mdash;and hung over the side with
+every mark of approving interest. And happy
+with something to love and an object to work
+for, Mary continued to scrub on with a heart
+strangely light. "And I couldn't slight the
+corners if I wanted to," she told her neighbors,
+"with them great solemn eyes a-watchin' an'
+a-follerin' me."</p>
+
+<p>It was on a morning following one of these
+general upheavals and straightenings that the
+three sat down to breakfast, the two ladies
+feeling unwontedly virtuous and elegant by
+reason of their clean surroundings. The Angel
+seeming brighter and more willing to leave
+Mary's side, Norma put her into one of their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>
+two chairs, and herself sat on the bed. But no
+sooner had the baby grabbed her cracked mug
+than her smooth forehead began to pucker, and,
+setting it down again, she regarded Norma
+earnestly. "Didn't a ought to <i>say</i> something?"
+she demanded, and her eyes grew
+dark with puzzled questioning.</p>
+
+<p>"And what should you say, darling?" returned
+Norma, leaning over to crumble some
+bread into the milk which a little judicious
+pinching in other directions made possible for
+the child.</p>
+
+<p>The baby studied her bread and milk intently.
+"Jesus"&mdash;she lisped, then hesitated,
+and her worried eyes sought Norma's again,&mdash;"J&eacute;sus"&mdash;then
+with a sudden joyful burst of
+inspiration, "Amen," she cried and seized her
+mug triumphantly.</p>
+
+<p>"It's a blessing she is asking," said Norma
+with tears in her eyes, "I know, for I've seen
+it done on the stage, though what with the
+food being pasteboard cakes and colored
+plaster fruit, I never took much stock in it
+before," and she laughed somewhat unsteadily.</p>
+
+<p>"Bread and butter, come to supper," sang<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
+the baby with sudden glee, "that what Tante
+says.&mdash;Where Angel's Tante?" and with the
+recollection her face changed, and the pretty
+pointed chin began to quiver. A moment of
+indecision, and she slipped down from her
+chair. "Kiss Angel bye," she commanded,
+tugging at Mary's skirts, "her goin' to Tante,"
+the little face fierce with determination, every
+curl bobbing with the emphatic nods of the
+little head, "kiss her bye, C'rew," and the wild
+sobs began again.</p>
+
+<p>So passed a week, but, for all the added care
+and responsibility, the longer this wayward, imperious
+little creature, with the hundred moods
+for every hour, was hers, the less was Mary
+Carew disposed to consider the possibility of
+any one coming to claim her. Not so with the
+blonde-tressed chorus lady, who combined more
+of worldly wisdom with her no less kindly
+heart. Patiently she tried to win the child's
+further confidence, to stimulate the baby memory,
+to unravel the lisped statements. But it
+was in vain. Smiles indeed, she won at length,
+through tears, and little sad returns to her
+playful sallies, but the little one's words were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>
+too few, her ideas too confused, for Norma to
+learn anything definite from her lispings.</p>
+
+<p>But Norma was not satisfied. "My heart
+misgives me," she murmured in the tragic
+accents she so loved to assume,&mdash;one evening
+as she pinned on her cheap and showy lace hat
+and adjusted its wealth of flowers, preparatory
+to starting to the Garden Opera House, "my
+heart misgives me. It seems to me it is our
+duty, Mary, to do something about this,&mdash;to
+report it&mdash;somehow,&mdash;somewhere"&mdash;she ended
+vaguely. "Hadn't I better speak to a policeman
+after all?"</p>
+
+<p>Mary Carew drew the child,&mdash;drowsing in
+her arms,&mdash;to her quickly. "No," she said,
+and her thin, bony face looked almost fierce,
+"no, for if you did and they couldn't find her
+people, which you know as well as I do they
+couldn't, do you s'pose they'd give her back to
+us? They'd put her in a refuge or 'sylum,
+that's what they'd do, where, while maybe she'd
+have more to eat, she'd be enough worse off, a-starvin'
+for a motherin' word!"</p>
+
+<p>Miss Bonkowski, abashed at Mary's fierce
+attack, made an attempt to speak, but Mary,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
+vehemently interrupting, hurried on: "I know
+whereas I speak, Norma Bonkowski, I know, I
+know. I've gone through it all myself. I ain't
+never told you," and the knobby face burned
+a dull red, "I was county poor, where I come
+from in the state, an' sent to th' poor-house at
+four years old, myself, and I know, Norma, the
+miseries whereas I speak of. And the Lord
+helpin' me," with grim solemnity, "an' since
+He sent you here huntin' a room, an' since He
+helped me get the machine, hard to run as it is,
+somehow I'm believin' more He's the Lord of
+us poor folks too,&mdash;an' Him a-helpin' me to
+turn out one more pair of pants a day, I'll never
+be the means of puttin' no child in a refuge no-how
+an' no time. An' there it is, how I feel
+about it!"</p>
+
+<p>Miss Bonkowski turned from a partial view
+of herself such as the abbreviated glass to her
+bureau afforded. "Well," she said amiably,
+"coming as I did from across the ocean as a
+child," and she nodded her head in the supposed
+direction of the Atlantic, "and, until late
+years, always enjoying a good home, what with
+father getting steady work as a scene-painter,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>
+as I've told you often, and me going on in the
+chorus off and on, and having my own bit of
+money, I don't really know about the asylums
+in this country. But I have heard say they are
+so fine, people ain't against deserting their
+children just to get 'em in such places knowin'
+they'll be educated better'n they can do themselves."</p>
+
+<p>Mary's pale eyes blazed. "Do you mean,
+Norma Bonkowski," she demanded angrily,
+"that you'd rather she should go?"</p>
+
+<p>Miss Bonkowski shrugged her shoulders
+somewhat haughtily. "How you do talk,
+Mary! You know I don't,&mdash;but neither do I
+believe she is any deserted child, and it's worrying
+me constant, what we ought to do. Poor
+as I am, and what with father dying and the
+manager cutting my salary as I get older,&mdash;I'll
+admit it to you, Mary, though I wouldn't have
+him know I'm having another birthday to-day&mdash;"
+with a laugh and a shrug, "why, as I
+say, I am pretty poor, but every cent I've got
+is yours and the child's, and you know it, Mary
+Carew," and the good-hearted chorus-lady, with
+a reproachful backward glance at her room-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>mate,
+flounced out the door, leaving the re-assured
+Mary to sew, by the light of an ill-smelling
+lamp, until her return from the theatre near
+midnight.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER III.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">INTRODUCES THE LITTLE MAJOR.</span></h2>
+
+<p>While the fine, embroidered dress in which
+the Angel had made her appearance was all
+Mrs. O'Malligan had claimed it as to daintiness
+and quality, after a few days' wear, its daintiness
+gave place to dirt, its quality thinned to
+holes.</p>
+
+<p>Upon this the Tenement was called into
+consultation. The Angel must be clothed, but
+what, even from its cosmopolitan wardrobe,
+could the house produce suitable for angelic
+wear? Many lands indeed were represented
+by the inmates who now called its shelter
+home, but none from that country where
+Angels are supposed to have their being.</p>
+
+<p>"On my word," quoth Miss Bonkowski to
+the ladies gathered in the room at her bidding,
+and Miss Norma gave an eloquent shrug and
+elevated her blackened eyebrows as she spoke,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>
+"on my word I believe her little heart would
+break if she had to stay in dirty, ragged clothes
+very long. Such a darling for being washed
+and curled, such a precious for always cleaning
+up! It makes me sure she must be different,"&mdash;Miss
+Norma was airy but she was also humble,
+recognizing perhaps her own inherent shrinking
+from too frequent an application of soap and
+water&mdash;"she's something different, born and
+bred, from such as me!"</p>
+
+<p>But at this the ladies murmured. Miss
+Bonkowski had been their pride, their boast,
+nor did their allegiance falter now, even in the
+face of the Angel's claims to superiority.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Bonkowski was not ungrateful for this
+expression of loyalty, which she acknowledged
+with a smile, as she tightened the buckle on
+the very high-heeled and coquettish slipper she
+was rejuvenating, but she protested, nevertheless,
+that all this did not alter the fact that the
+Angel must be clothed.</p>
+
+<p>"As fer th' dirt," said the energetic Mrs.
+O'Malligan, on whose ample lap the Angel was
+at that moment sitting in smiling friendliness,
+"sure an' I'll be afther washin' her handful uv<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>
+clothes ivery wake, meself, an' what with them
+dozens of dresses I'm doin' fer Mrs. Tony's
+childers all th' time, it's surely a few she'd be a-givin'
+me, whin I tell her about th' darlint, an'
+me a niver askin' fer nothin' at all, along of all
+mine bein' boys. Sure an' I'll be a-beggin' her
+this very day, I will, whin I carry me washin'
+home."</p>
+
+<p>And Mrs. O'Malligan being as good as her
+word, and Mrs. Tony successfully interviewed,
+the good Irish lady returned home in triumph
+bearing a large bundle of cast-off garments, and
+at once summoned the Tenement to her apartments.</p>
+
+<p>The first arrived ladies were already giving
+vent to their appreciation of the Tony generosity
+when Miss Carew and Miss Bonkowski
+arrived, Mary's bony face, in deference to the
+angelic prejudices now ruling her, red and
+smarting from an energetic application of the
+same soap as ministered to her room's needs,
+but beaming with a grim pride as she bore the
+radiant Angel, wild with delight at getting out
+of her narrow quarters.</p>
+
+<p>Yielding to the popular voice, though not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>
+without reluctance, Mary placed her darling in
+Mrs. O'Malligan's lap, and the process of exhibiting
+and trying on the garments began at
+once.</p>
+
+<p>For a time her small ladyship yielded graciously,
+until seeing her pretty feet bared that
+the little stockings and half worn shoes might
+be fitted, she suddenly cast her eyes about the
+circle of ladies, and won by the pretty, dark
+beauty of young Mrs. Repetto, the Tenement's
+bride of a month's standing, imperiously demanded
+that lady to take the pink toes to
+market.</p>
+
+<p>Overcome with having the public attention
+thus drawn upon her, pretty Mrs. Repetto in
+the best Italian-English she could muster, confessed
+her inability to either understand or
+comply, whereupon the baby, bearing no
+malice in her present high good-humor, proceeded
+to take them herself.</p>
+
+<p>"This little pig went to market," the angelic
+accents declared, while her ladyship smiled
+sweetly upon Mrs. Repetto, and Mary Carew
+breathlessly motioned for silence with all the
+pride of a doting parent.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"This little pig stayed home&mdash;" the ladies
+on the outskirts pressed near that they too
+might hear.</p>
+
+<p>"This little pig had bread and cheese,"
+whereupon Mrs. Repetto recovering, went
+down on her knees to be nearer the scene of
+exploit.</p>
+
+<p>"This little pig had none;" the interest now
+was breathless, and as the last little pig went
+squeaking home the ladies nearest fell upon
+the darling and covered her with kisses.</p>
+
+<p>"An' it's jus' that smart she is, all the time,"
+declared Mary Carew proudly, "an' 'taint like
+she's showin' off, either, is it, Norma?"</p>
+
+<p>When at last the trying on was over, and
+the Tony generosity was sufficiently enlarged
+upon, the ladies, as is the way with the best of
+the sex, fell into a mild gossip before separating.
+And while racy bits of Tenement shortcomings
+were being handed around, the small
+object of this gathering, too young, alas, to
+know the joys denied her because of her limited
+abilities to understand the nature of the
+conversation, slipped down from Mrs. O'Malligan's
+lap, and eluding Mary's absent hold,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
+proceeded to journey about the room, until
+reaching the open door, she took her way, unobserved,
+out of the O'Malligan first floor front
+and leaving its glories of red plush furniture
+and lace curtains behind her, forthwith made
+her way out the hall door into the street.</p>
+
+<p>The hot, garbage-strewn pavements and sunbaked
+gutters swarmed with the sons and
+daughters of the Tenement. Directly opposite
+its five-storied front was the rear entrance to
+the Fourth Regiment Armory. And there, at
+that moment, a sad-eyed, swarthy Italian,&mdash;swinging
+his hand-organ down on the asphalt
+pavement in front of the Armory's open doors,
+was beginning to grind out his melodies. And
+with the first note, children came running, from
+doorstep and curb, from sidewalk and gutter,
+while, at the same moment, in the open door
+of the Armory appeared a small, chubby-cheeked
+boy, who had upon his head a soldier
+cap so much too large for him as to cover the
+tips of his ears entirely, and who, moreover,
+wore, buckled about his waist, a belt gay as to
+trimmings and glittering with silver finishings.
+If the Fourth Regiment boasted a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>
+Company of Lilliputian Guards here surely
+was a member.</p>
+
+<p>The Angel, in the Tenement door, was enchanted.
+How different a world from that
+upstairs room under the roof! She kept step
+to the music and nodded her head to the fascinating
+little boy in the Armory door. And the
+sharp eyes of that young gentleman had no
+sooner espied the nodding little creature in the
+doorway opposite, than heels together, head
+erect, up went a quick hand to the military cap.
+The Angel was being saluted, and while her
+ignorance of the fact prevented her appreciating
+that honor, the friendliness of the little
+boy was alluring. Down the steps she came,
+her little feet tripping to the measure of the
+music, her skirts outheld, and flitting across
+the pavement and over the curb, she made for
+the group of children in the street. Cobblestones,
+however, being strange to the baby
+feet, up those dancing members tripped and
+down the Angel fell, just as a wagon came
+dashing around the corner of the streets.</p>
+
+<p>Out rushed the small boy from the Armory
+door, and, scattering the crowd around the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>
+organ, caught the fallen Angel by the arm, and
+raised his hand with an air of authority, as,
+with a grin, the driver on the wagon drew up
+his horse and surveyed the group, and the sad-eyed
+Italian, recognizing the superior attraction,
+shouldered his organ and moved
+on.</p>
+
+<p>"Hello," cried the man on the wagon seeing
+the child was not hurt, "yer can soak me one
+if it ain't little Joe! Where'd yer git dem togs,
+kid? What'r' yer goin' in fer anyhow, baby
+perlice?"</p>
+
+<p>The region in the neighborhood of Joey's
+waist swelled with pride, and his chubby face
+bore a look of wounded dignity. "There ain't
+no perlice about this yere, Bill, it's a sojer I be,
+see?"</p>
+
+<p>Being pressed by Bill to explain himself, Joey
+unbent. "Yer see, Bill, Dad ain't never showed
+up fer to git me&mdash;seen anything of Dad since
+he got out, Bill?"</p>
+
+<p>Bill nodded.</p>
+
+<p>"What's he up to now?" queried Joey.</p>
+
+<p>"Shovin' the queer," admitted Bill laconically,
+"nabbed right off an' in the cooler waitin'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
+his turn, yer won't be troubled by him fer
+quite a spell, I'll give yer dat fer a pointer,
+see?"</p>
+
+<p>Joey saw, and for the space of half a second
+seemed somewhat sobered by the intelligence.
+"I guessed as much," said he, "yer see, after
+he got nabbed first, mammy she&mdash;yer didn't
+know as mammy took an' died, did yer, Bill?"
+and Joey faltered and let the Angel take possession
+of his cap and transfer it to her own
+curly head while the Tenement children applauded
+with jeering commendation, seeing
+there was a standing feud between Joey and
+the rest of the juvenile populace over its possession.</p>
+
+<p>"No," Bill allowed, he did not know it, but,
+seeing that she was always ailing, Bill was in
+no wise surprised.</p>
+
+<p>"An'&mdash;an' since then, I'm stayin' over ter
+th' Arm'ry wid Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. Yer know him,
+Bill, Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. what takes care of th' Arm'ry.
+He was there afore yer left th' grocery."</p>
+
+<p>Bill remembered the gentleman.</p>
+
+<p>"I stays wid him an' he drills me an' makes
+me scrub, hully gee, how he do make me wash<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
+meself, Bill! An' there's one sojer-man, th'
+Cap'n, he give me these togs, he did, an' he
+tol' Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. to lem'me eat along wid him
+over ter Dutchy's Res'traunt," nodding toward
+a cheap eating-house at the corner, "an' he'd
+stand fer it. They calls me major, all of 'em
+to th' Arm'ry, Bill, see?" and Joey was waxing
+voluble indeed, when he turned to see the
+mob of jeering children make off up the street,
+his cap in their midst, while the wailing Angel
+was being rescued from under the horse's very
+hoofs by Mary Carew.</p>
+
+<p>Joey put his spirit of inquiry before even his
+cap. "Is she er Angel, say?" he inquired of
+Miss Carew, turning his back on Bill without
+ceremony who with a grin and a nod to the
+group of Tenement ladies at the door, drove
+off, "I heerd yer had er Angel over there, but
+I didn't know as it was straight, what they
+was givin' me, see?"</p>
+
+<p>"That's what she is, the darling yonder,"
+declared Miss Bonkowski from the curbstone,
+nodding airily, "you've got it straight this
+time, Joey. And if what Peter O'Malligan
+says about your picking her up just now is so,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
+you're welcome to come over some time and
+play with her."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, it's true," supplemented Mary Carew,
+trying to pacify the struggling Angel in her
+arms who, gazing after the children, showed a
+decided inclination to descend to human level
+and mingle with them of earth, "it's true an'
+that's jus' what she is,&mdash;the Angel of this Tenement,
+an', as Norma says, you're free to come
+over and play with her, though there ain't
+many of you I'd say it to;" and with that the
+tall, gaunt Mary bearing the baby, followed
+Norma into the house and up the narrow,
+broken stairs, and along the dark halls past door
+after door closed upon its story of squalor and
+poverty, until, at last, panting with the child's
+weight, she reached their own abode under the
+roof.</p>
+
+<p>"Which," as Mary had been wont, in the
+past, to observe, "was about as near Heaven
+as the poor need look to get." But now, for
+some reason, these bitter speeches were growing
+less frequent on Mary Carew's lips since she
+opened her door to entertain an Angel.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">THE ANGEL BECOMES A FAIRY.</span></h2>
+
+<p>July passed, and in August, the heat in the
+room beneath the roof set the air to shimmering
+like a veil before the open window, and Mary
+Carew, gasping, found it harder and harder to
+make that extra pair of jean pantaloons a day.
+And, as though the manager at the Garden
+Opera House had divined that Miss Bonkowski
+had left another birthday behind her, like milestones
+along the way, that lady's salary received
+a cut on the first day of August.</p>
+
+<p>At best, the united incomes of the two made
+but a meagre sum, and there was nothing for
+it now but to reduce expenses. The rent being
+one thing that was never cut, the result was
+a scantier allowance of food. Moreover, the
+mortals seeing to it that their heavenly visitant
+had her full craving satisfied, it was small
+wonder that the bones in Mary's face pressed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
+more like knobs than ever against the tight-drawn
+skin, or that the spirits of the airy, hopeful,
+buoyant Norma flagged. Indeed, had not
+the warm-hearted, loving little creature, repaid
+them with quick devotion, filling their meagre
+lives with new interests and affections, despair
+or worse&mdash;regret for their generous impulse&mdash;must
+now have seized their hearts.</p>
+
+<p>Invitations, too, grew rare, from the other
+ladies of the Tenement, bidding the little
+stranger whose simple friendliness and baby
+dignity had won them all, to dine or to sup,
+for hard times had fallen upon them also. A
+strike at a neighboring foundry, the shutting
+down of the great rolling-mill by the river had
+sent their husbands home for a summer vacation,
+with, unfortunately, no provision for
+wages, a state of affairs forbidding even angels'
+visits, when the angel possessed so human a
+craving for bread.</p>
+
+<p>Even Mrs. O'Malligan, whose chief patron,
+Mrs. Tony, together with her children and their
+dozens of dresses, had gone for a summer outing,
+had no more on her table than her own
+family could dispose of.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>But the Angel,&mdash;"'Eaving bless her," as Mrs.
+Tomlin was wont to observe when the Angel,
+coming to see the baby, would stand with grave
+wonder, touching the pallid little cheek with a
+rosy finger to make the baby smile,&mdash;the Angel
+noted nothing of all this. Even the memory
+of "<i>Mamma</i>" was fading, and Mary, Norma,
+the Tenement, the friendly children swarming
+staircase and doorway, were fast becoming her
+small world.</p>
+
+<p>With instinct born of her profession, the
+chorus-lady had long ago recognized the wonderful
+grace and buoyancy of the child's every
+movement, and to her surprise found that the
+baby had quite a knowledge of dancing.</p>
+
+<p>"Who taught you how, my precious?" she
+would ask, when the child, as if from the very
+love of motion, would catch and spread her
+skirts, and, with pointed toe, trip about the
+room, "tell your Norma who taught the darling
+how to dance?"</p>
+
+<p>The baby glancing over her shoulder, with
+the little frown of displeasure that always
+greeted such ignorance on Norma's part, had
+but one reply: "Tante," she would declare, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>
+continue her measured walk about the floor.
+So, for pastime, Norma began teaching her the
+figures of a dance then on the boards at the
+Opera House, to which her little ladyship lent
+herself with readiness. The motions, sometimes
+approaching the grotesque in the lean and
+elderly chorus-lady as she bobbed about the
+limited space, courtesying, twirling, pirouetting,
+her blonde hair done up in kids,&mdash;herself
+in the abbreviated toilet of pink calico sack and
+petticoat reserved for home hours, changed to
+unconscious grace and innocent abandon in
+the light, clean-limbed child, who learned with
+quickness akin to instinct, and who seemed to
+follow Norma's movements almost before they
+were completed.</p>
+
+<p>"It is wonderful&mdash;amazing!" Miss Bonkowski
+would exclaim, pausing for breath, "it is
+<i>genius</i>," and her voice would pause and fall
+reverently before the words, and the lesson
+would be resumed with greater enthusiasm
+than before.</p>
+
+<p>But many were the days when, Norma away
+at rehearsal and Mary Carew, hot, tired, alas,
+even cross,&mdash;totally irresponsive to anything<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>
+but the stitching of jean pantaloons,&mdash;the
+Angel would grow tired of the stuffy room and
+long for the forbidden dangers and delights of
+Tenement sidewalks. Then, often, with nothing
+else to do, she would catch up her tiny
+skirts and whirl herself into the dance Norma
+had taught her, in and out among the furniture
+crowding the room, humming little broken
+snatches of music for herself, bending, swaying,
+her bright eyes full of laughter as they met
+Mary's tired ones, her curls bobbing, until
+breathless, hot and weary she would drop on
+the floor and fall asleep, her head pillowed on
+her soft dimpled arm.</p>
+
+<p>But on one of these long, hot mornings when
+the heat seemed to stream in as from a furnace
+at the window and even the flies buzzed
+languidly, the Angel was seized with another
+idea for passing time. Her vocabulary of Tenement
+vernacular was growing too, and she
+chattered unceasingly.</p>
+
+<p>"C'rew, didn't a fink Angel might go find
+her mamma?" she demanded on this particular
+morning.</p>
+
+<p>"To-morrow," said C'rew, and the click in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>
+her tired voice sounded even above the whirring
+of the heavy machine, for C'rew's head ached
+and her back ached, and possibly her heart ached
+too, for herself and Norma and the child and
+poor people in one-windowed tenement rooms
+in general.</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't a fink she might go play with little
+Joey?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Mary decidedly, and she leaned
+back wearily and pushed her thin, colorless
+hair off her hot, throbbing temples, "no, you
+played down on the pavement with Joey an'
+th' rest yesterday, an the sun made you sick.
+But," with haste to avert the cloud lowering
+over the baby face, "if you'll be real good an'
+not worry her, you can go down an' see Mrs.
+O'Malligan."</p>
+
+<p>Fair weather prevailed again on the pretty
+face, and at Mary's word the Angel was at the
+open door, tugging at the chair placed crossways
+to keep her from venturing out unobserved,
+and with a sigh and a guilty look at the
+pile of unfinished work, Mary rose and carried
+her down to the good Irish lady's door, and,
+with a word, hurried back.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mrs. O'Malligan, big, beaming and red,
+smiled a moist but hearty welcome from over
+her tubs toward the little figure in the faded
+gingham standing shyly in the open doorway.
+"An' it's proud to see ye I am, me Angel," she
+declared, "though there's never a childer in
+call to be playin' wid ye."</p>
+
+<p>But the Angel, nothing daunted, smiled back
+in turn, and climbed into a chair, and the two
+forthwith fell into friendly conversation, though
+it is doubtful if either understood one-half of
+what the other was talking about.</p>
+
+<p>Presently Mrs. O'Malligan, with many apologies,
+went out into the back court to hang out
+the last of the family wash, and on her return,
+stopping short in the doorway, her jolly red
+face spread into a responsive smile. "The
+saints presarve us," she cried, "would ye look
+at the child?" for in the tub of blue rinsing
+water sat the gleeful Angel, water trickling
+from her yellow hair and from every stitch of
+clothing, while her evident enjoyment of the
+cool situation found a response in Mrs. O'Malligan's
+kind and indulgent heart.</p>
+
+<p>"Angel take a baf," was the smiling though<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>
+superfluous explanation which came from the
+infant Undine.</p>
+
+<p>"An' it's right ye are," laughed Mrs. O'Malligan,
+"an' sure I'll be afther givin' ye a rale wan
+meself," and filling an empty tub with clean
+water, the brisk lady soon had the baby stripped
+to her firm, white skin and standing in the
+tub.</p>
+
+<p>And what with the splashings of the naughty
+feet, and the wicked tumbles into the soap-suds
+every time the mischievous little body was
+rinsed, and Mrs. O'Malligan's "Whist, be aisy,"
+and "It's a tormentin' darlint ye are," they
+heard nothing of the knocks at the door or the
+calls, nor knew that Miss Bonkowski, in street
+dress and hat, had entered, until she stood
+beside them with an armful of clean clothes.</p>
+
+<p>"Was there ever such luck," she cried excitedly,
+"to find her all washed and just ready!
+Mary said she was here, and so I just brought
+her clean clothes down with me to save a trip
+back upstairs. Wipe her quickly, please," and
+with hands and tongue going, Miss Norma explained
+that one of the children in the juvenile
+dance on the boards at The Garden Opera<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>
+House had been suddenly taken ill, and a
+matin&eacute;e advertised for the next day.</p>
+
+<p>"And it happens lucky enough," she went
+on, addressing the ladies who, catching wind of
+the excitement, had speedily gathered about
+the doorway, "it just happens I have been
+teaching her this very dance, and if she don't
+get frightened, I believe she will be able to
+take the place."</p>
+
+<p>So saying, Miss Bonkowski gave a pull out
+and a last finishing pat to the strings of the
+embroidered muslin bonnet the child had worn
+on her first appearance, and taking her, clean,
+dainty, smiling and expectant, into her arms,
+Miss Norma plunged out of the comparative
+coolness of the Tenement hallway into the
+glare of the August sun.</p>
+
+<p>But all this while the little brain was at work.
+"Goin' to Angel's mamma,&mdash;her goin' to her
+mamma," suddenly the child broke forth as
+Norma hurried along the hot streets, and the
+little hand beat a gleeful tattoo as it rested on
+Norma's shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>Norma paused on the crowded sidewalk, to
+take breath beneath the shade of a friendly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>
+awning. "Not to-day, my angel," she panted,
+"to-day your Norma is going to take her precious
+where there are ever so many nice little
+girls for her to dance with."</p>
+
+<p>"Angel likes to dance with little girls,
+Norma," admitted the baby, while Norma made
+ready to thread her way across the street through
+the press of vehicles.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll not say one word to her about being
+frightened," reflected the wise chorus lady,
+"and she's such an eager little darling, thinking
+of other things and trying to do her best,
+maybe she won't think of it. If she can only
+keep the place while that child is sick,&mdash;what a
+help the money would be!"&mdash;and the usually
+hopeful Norma sighed as she hurried in the side
+entrance of the handsome stone building known
+to the public as The Garden Opera House.</p>
+
+<p class='spaced'>*****</p>
+
+<p>The next afternoon, at The Garden Opera
+House, as the bell rang for the curtain to rise,
+Mary Carew, in best attire of worn black dress
+and cheap straw hat, was putting the Angel
+into the absent fairy's cast-off shell, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>
+consisted of much white tarlatan as to skirts
+and much silver tinsel as to waist, with a pair
+of wonderful gauzy wings at sight of which the
+Angel was enraptured.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Bonkowski being, as she expressed it,
+"on in the first scene," Mary Carew had been
+obliged to forsake jean pantaloons for the time
+being and come to take charge of the child,
+who in her earnest, quick, enthusiastic little
+fashion had done her part and gone through
+the rehearsal better even than the sanguine
+Norma had hoped, and after considerable drilling
+had satisfied the authorities that she could
+fill the vacancy.</p>
+
+<p>As for the Angel, in her friendly fashion
+she had enjoyed herself hugely, accepting the
+homage of the other children like a small queen,
+graciously permitting herself to be enthused
+over by the various ladies who, like Norma,
+constituted "the chorus," and carrying home
+numerous offerings, from an indigestible wad
+of candy known as "an all-day-sucker," given
+her by her fairy-partner, to a silver quarter given
+her by the blonde and handsome tenor.</p>
+
+<p>"She is the most fascinating little creature<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>
+I ever met in my life," the prima donna had
+cried to the excited Miss Bonkowski, who had
+never been addressed by that great personage
+before,&mdash;"did you ever see such heavenly eyes,&mdash;not
+blue&mdash;violet&mdash;and such a smile&mdash;like the
+sun through tears! Who is she,&mdash;where did
+she come from? Such grace,&mdash;such poise!"</p>
+
+<p>The Angel's story was recited to quite an
+audience, in Miss Bonkowski's most dramatic
+manner. But long before the chorus lady had
+finished, the great singer, lending but a wandering
+attention after the few facts were gathered,
+had coaxed the child into her silken lap, and
+with the mother touch which lies in every real
+woman's fingers from doll-baby days upward,
+was fondling and re-touching the rings of shining
+hair, and, with the mother-notes which a
+child within one's arms brings into every
+womanly woman's voice, was cooing broken
+endearments into the little ear.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile the Angel gazed into the beautiful
+face with the calm and critical eyes of childhood.
+But what she saw there must have satisfied,
+for, with a sigh of content, she finally
+settled back against the encircling arm.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>
+"Pretty lady," was her candid comment.
+"Angel loves her."</p>
+
+<p>Flattered and praised as she had been, it is
+doubtful if the great singer had ever received
+a tribute to her charms that pleased her more.
+"Bring her to my room to-morrow to dress her,"
+she said to Miss Bonkowski in soft, winning
+tones that were nevertheless a command, unpinning
+the two long-stemmed roses she wore
+and putting them in the baby fingers, "and
+bring her early, mind!" And so it was that
+Mary Carew, nervous and awkward, was there
+now, doing her best to dress the excited little
+creature, whom nothing could keep still a
+second at a time.</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, ma'am," Mary managed to
+breathe as the great personage, turning the full
+radiance of her beauty upon the bewildered
+seamstress, took the necklace of flashing jewels
+from her maid's fingers and bade her help Mary.</p>
+
+<p>The great lady laughed. "You're nervous,
+aren't you?" she said good-humoredly, too
+human not to be pleased at this unconscious
+tribute on Mary's part.</p>
+
+<p>"If the child can only do it right, ma'am,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>
+said Mary, in a voice she hardly knew for her
+own, overcome this by graciousness no less than
+by the splendor.</p>
+
+<p>"Right," said the lady, clasping a bracelet
+upon her round, white arm, and settling her
+trailing draperies preparatory to going on,
+"right! Of course she will, who ever heard of
+an Angel going wrong!" and laughing she
+sailed away.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," cried Miss Bonkowski, rushing in a
+little later, "give her to me, quick, Mary! If
+you stand right here in the wings you can see
+nicely," and the excited lady, wonderful as to
+her blonde befrizzlement, gorgeous as to pink
+skirt, blue bodice and not the most cleanly of
+white waists, bore the Angel, like a rosebud
+in a mist of gauze, away.</p>
+
+<p>Left alone amid the bustle and confusion
+Mary stood where Norma had directed, gazing
+out upon the stage like one in a dream. Never
+in all her colorless life had she been in the
+midst of such bewildering splendors before.
+Was it any wonder that Norma Bonkowski was
+different from the rest of the Tenement when
+she shared such scenes daily?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Still further dazed by the music and the
+glimpses she could catch of the brilliantly
+lighted house, Mary held her breath and clasped
+her hands as she gazed out on the stage where,
+across the soft green, from among the forest
+trees, into the twilighted opening, glided the
+fairies; waving their little arms, tripping slowly
+as if half-poised for flight, listening, bending,
+swaying, whirling, faster, swifter, they broke
+into "The Grand Spectacular Ballet of the
+Fairies," as the advertisements of the opera
+phrased it. Faster, swifter still, noiselessly
+they spun, here, there, in, out, in bewildering
+maze until, as the red and yellow lights cast
+upon the stage changed into green, their
+footsteps slackened, faltered, their heads,
+like tired flowers, drooped, and each on its
+mossy bank of green,&mdash;the fairies sank to
+sleep.</p>
+
+<p>All? All but one; one was left, in whose
+baby mind was fixed an unfaltering supposition
+that she must dance, as she had done alone,
+over and over again at the rehearsals for her
+tiny benefit, until the music stopped. So,
+while Norma Bonkowski wrung her hands and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
+the stage manager swore, and all behind the
+scenes was confusion and dismay, the Angel
+danced on.</p>
+
+<p>The prima donna whose place it now was,
+as the forsaken princess, lost in the forest, to
+happen upon the band of sleeping fairies, waited
+at her entrance, watching the child as, catching
+and spreading her fan-like skirts of gauze, she
+bent, swayed, flitted to and fro, her eyes big
+and earnest with intentness to duty, her yellow
+hair flying, all unconscious, in the fierce glare
+of the colored lights, of the sea of faces in the
+house before her.</p>
+
+<p>With a sudden flash of intuition Norma Bonkowski
+flew to the manager. "Stop the music,
+make them stop," she begged.</p>
+
+<p>He glared at her savagely, but nevertheless
+communicated the order to the orchestra, and
+as the music waned to a mere wailing of the
+violin, the little dancer, rosy, hot, tired, whirled
+slower, slower,&mdash;then sank on her bed of green,
+and like her companions feigned sleep with the
+cunning pretence of childhood.</p>
+
+<p>But not even then could the prima donna
+make her appearance, for, in the storm of ap<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>plause
+which followed, the revived efforts of
+the orchestra were drowned.</p>
+
+<p>The face of the manager broadened into
+smiles, Norma Bonkowski fell against Mary
+Carew with tears of relief, and the prima donna
+with good-natured readiness stepped upon the
+stage, lifted the now frightened child who, at
+the noise, had sprung up in alarm, and carried
+her out to the footlights, the other children
+peeping, but too well drilled, poor dears, to
+otherwise stir. The audience paused.</p>
+
+<p>"Wave bye-bye to the little girl over there,"
+whispered the prima donna with womanly readiness,
+nodding toward the nearest box, filled
+with children eagerly enjoying "The Children's
+Opera of the Princess Blondina and the Fairies."</p>
+
+<p>Though frightened and ready to cry, the
+Angel waved her hand obediently, and the
+prima donna, nodding and smiling in the unaffected
+fashion which was half her own charm,
+carried the child off the stage amid applause as
+enthusiastic as she herself was used to receiving.</p>
+
+<p>It had all taken place in a very few minutes,
+but as the smiling singer said, handing the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>
+Angel over to the manager, even in those few
+moments, "She has made the hit of the season,"
+then, turning, re-entered the stage, her voice,
+with its clear bell-like tones, filling the house
+with the song, "Blondina Awakening The
+Fairies."</p>
+
+<p>Nor did it end with this, for the Angel was
+forthwith engaged, at what seemed to Norma
+and Mary a fabulous price, to repeat her solo
+dance at every Wednesday and Saturday matin&eacute;e
+during the further run of the opera.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER V.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">THE ANGEL RESCUES MR. TOMLIN.</span></h2>
+
+<p>It was on the afternoon that Mary carried
+back her week's completed work that Norma,
+receiving an unexpected summons to the Opera
+House, was obliged, though with many misgivings,
+to leave the Angel in the charge of Joey.
+"But what else could I do," she reasoned afterward,
+"with Mrs. O'Malligan out and Mrs. Tomlin
+sick, and nobody else willing, it appeared,
+to see to her?"</p>
+
+<p>True, she had cautioned Joey, over and over
+again about keeping the child away from the
+window, and about staying right in the room
+until her return; but, notwithstanding, Norma
+could hardly have gotten to the corner before
+Joey, promptly forgetting his promise, and
+finding the room a dull playground, was enticing
+his charge into the hall and straightway
+down the stairs.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>At the bottom of the second flight, the two
+children came upon Mr. Tomlin entertaining
+two gentlemen callers. Only the week before,
+the Tenement had been called upon to mourn
+with the Tomlins, whose baby had been carried
+away in a little coffin after the fashion of tenement
+babies when the thermometer climbs up
+the scale near to one hundred. And since then,
+Mrs. Tomlin, refusing to be comforted, had
+taken to her bed, thus making it necessary for
+her husband to receive his company in the hall.</p>
+
+<p>The callers, who, together with their host,
+were sitting on the steps, moved aside to
+allow the children to pass. The larger of the
+gentlemen was unpleasantly dirty, with a ragged
+beard and a shock of red hair. The other was
+a little man with quick black eyes and a pleasant
+smile. Passing these by, the Angel paused
+on the step above Mr. Tomlin and slipped her
+arms around his neck.</p>
+
+<p>"Pick a back, my Tomlin," she sweetly commanded
+in the especially imperious tones she
+reserved for Mr. Tomlin's sex, "get up, horsey."</p>
+
+<p>The good-natured giant, for such her Tomlin
+was, shouldered her as one would some precious<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>
+burden liable to break, grinned, stood up and
+obediently trotted the length of the hall and
+back.</p>
+
+<p>Joey, meanwhile, legs apart, stood eyeing
+the visitors attentively. "Keep up that kind
+of talk," the dirty gentleman was urging, "and
+we've got him. He's worth any three of ordinary
+strength, and he's a favorite with the
+men, too."</p>
+
+<p>Here the horse and his rider returned.
+"What a got in a pocket for Angel?" the
+young autocrat proceeded to demand when lifted
+down. Of all her masculine subjects in the
+Tenement, Mr. Tomlin was her veriest slave.</p>
+
+<p>He produced a soiled but gay advertising
+picture. Her ladyship put out her hand. "But
+you must give us a dance fer it," coaxed Mr.
+Tomlin, anxious to display the talent of the
+Tenement. "She's the young 'un as dances at
+the Op'ry House, the kid is," he explained to
+his visitors, "they've had her pictoor in the
+papers, too. Miss Bonkowski, the chorus-lady
+upstairs, she's got one of them, came out in a
+Sunday supplement, though I can't say I see
+the likeness myself."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>At this, the two gentlemen, who had seemed
+decidedly bored than otherwise at the interruption,
+deigned to bestow a moment of their attention
+upon the beautiful child in the faded
+gingham dress.</p>
+
+<p>"She got skeered to the theyater the other
+day," put in Joey, "an' most cried when they
+clapped so, an' they promised her anything she
+wanted if she wouldn't next time&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"And her didn't cwy," declared the baby,
+turning a pair of indignantly reproachful eyes
+upon Joey, "her danced, her didn't cwy."</p>
+
+<p>"Ain't yer goin' to dance fer us now?"
+coaxed Mr. Tomlin.</p>
+
+<p>"No," said the Angel naughtily, then relenting
+at sight of her Tomlin's face, "her'll sing,
+her won't dance."</p>
+
+<p>The pleasant gentleman, thinking, perhaps
+to please Mr. Tomlin, or maybe to get rid of
+them the sooner, produced a red ribbon
+badge. "Ef ze will sing," he said, showing
+his white teeth as he smiled, "ze shall hav
+it."</p>
+
+<p>Turning to view this new party, her ladyship
+treated him to a brief examination, but evi<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>dently
+approving of him, began to sing with
+no more ado:</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+"Je suis si l'enfant gat&eacute;<br />
+<span class="poem1">Tra la la la, tra la la,</span><br />
+Car je les aime les petits pat&eacute;s.<br />
+<span class="poem1">Et les confitures,</span><br />
+Si vous voulez me les donner<br />
+Je suis tr&egrave;s bien oblig&eacute;,<br />
+<span class="poem1">Tra la la la, tra la la,</span><br />
+<span class="poem1">Tra la la la, tra la la."</span></p>
+
+<p>Only a word here and there could have been
+intelligible, but their effect upon the pleasant
+gentleman was instantaneous. He broke into a
+torrent of foreign exclamations and verbosity,
+showing his teeth and gesticulating with his
+hands.</p>
+
+<p>A strange light came into the baby's face
+and she held out her arms to the little man
+entreatingly. "Oui, oui," she cried, a spot of
+red burning on each cheek, "you take Angel to
+her mamma, take Angel to her mamma!"</p>
+
+<p>But here the door of the Tomlin's room
+opened hastily, and the neighbor who was
+sitting with the sick woman thrust out her
+head. "She's talkin' mighty wild an' out her
+head," she said, "you'd better come to her."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Tomlin rose hastily, while the dark little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>
+man, yielding to the child's entreaties, took her
+in his arms.</p>
+
+<p>But the red-headed gentleman laid a dirty
+hand on Mr. Tomlin's arm. "Just as I was
+saying," he said, as if resuming a broken-off
+conversation, "no doctor, no medicine. Why?
+No work, no wages. Why? The heel of the
+rich man grinding the poor to the earth."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Tomlin hesitated.</p>
+
+<p>"It's entirely a meeting of Union men. No
+violence advocated. A mass-meeting to discuss
+appointing committees to demand work."</p>
+
+<p>"Ze outcry of ze oppressed," put in the
+pleasant gentleman, looking out from behind
+the Angel's fair little head, and showing his
+white teeth in his smile, "in zer union ees
+zere only strength."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Tomlin's door opened still more violently.
+"She's a-beggin' as you'll get her some ice,"
+announced the neighbor, "she says she's burnin'
+up."</p>
+
+<p>"God A'mighty!" burst forth the giant, "I
+ain't got a cent on earth to get her nothin',"
+and he turned toward the two men fiercely, his
+great brows meeting over his sullen eyes, "yes,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>
+I'll come, you can count on me," and he went
+in the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Liberty Square by the statue, four o'clock,"
+called the dirty gentleman after him, while the
+pleasant gentleman put the Angel hastily down.
+"Adieu, mon enfant," he cried, showing his
+teeth as he smiled back over his shoulder, and
+followed his companion down the stairs.</p>
+
+<p>In time Joey and his weeping charge also
+reached the bottom. Not a word of the conversation
+had escaped the sharp ears of the
+Major. "It's past two, now," he soliloquized,
+"an' he said Liberty Square, four o'clock. I
+know where the statoo is. Yer follows the cars
+from front of th' arm'ry an' they goes right
+there, 'cause that's where the Cap'n's office is.
+Don'tcher cry no more, Angel," with insinuating
+coaxing in his tones, "I'll take yer there if
+yer wanter go."</p>
+
+<p>The Angel slipped her hand in his obediently,
+and the two forthwith proceeded to leave the
+neighborhood of the Tenement behind them,
+undeterred by the friendly overtures of Petey
+O'Malligan and his colleagues to join in with
+their pastimes.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"We ain't got no time fer foolin'," confided
+Joey, hurrying her along, "there'll be flags an'
+hollerin', an' we wanter get there in time."</p>
+
+<p>On reaching the car line the small Major was
+obliged to slacken his speed, for, while, in a
+measure, the Angel had caught the spirit of his
+enthusiasm, yet her legs refused to keep pace
+with his haste.</p>
+
+<p>"Ef yer was still ter heaven, Angel," the
+Major pondered, as they stood on the street
+corner getting breath, "yerz wouldn't need ter
+use yer legs at all, would yer? Yer'd jus' take
+out an' fly across this yere street, waggins an'
+trucks an' all, wouldn't yer?"</p>
+
+<p>The Angel cast her eyes upon him doubtfully.</p>
+
+<p>"That's what my mammy tol' me about
+Angels," Joey declared stoutly.</p>
+
+<p>"Angel didn't a never fly," nevertheless the
+baby stated with conviction.</p>
+
+<p>Joey looked disappointed, and even unconvinced.
+Then his face brightened. "That's
+'cause you was too little, like that canary at th'
+Res't'rant what ain't got its feathers yet. You
+was too little fer yer wings to have growed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>
+afore you come away," and his lively imagination
+having thus settled the problem, the two
+continued their way.</p>
+
+<p>"Yer see how it is," he observed presently,
+evidently having been revolving the subject in
+his busy brain, "ef Mis' Tomlin had th' doctor
+an' some ice, she'd get well, she would, an'
+Mr. Tomlin, he's goin' to this yere meetin' to
+see about work, so's he can get 'em fer her.
+But 'tain't no use fer workin' men to beg for
+work these yere days," he added with a comical
+air of wisdom. "I heerd Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. say, I
+did, to a man what comes ter talk politics wid
+him, that beggin' th' rich people to help yer
+was jus' like buttin' yer head agin a brick wall,
+so what good's it goin' ter do if he does
+go?"</p>
+
+<p>The Angel nodded amiably, and slipped her
+hand in Joey's that she might the better keep
+up. They had passed the region of small shops
+and were passing through a better portion of
+the city. Before a tall stone house, one of a
+long row, a girl stood singing, while a boy
+played an accompaniment on a harp. As Joey
+and his charge reached them, a lady, with a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>
+group of children clustered about her, threw
+some pennies out the window to the young
+musicians.</p>
+
+<p>"Did yer see that, Angel," demanded Joey,
+"did yer ketch onter that little game? We
+c'n do that. I c'n whis'le an' you c'n sing, an'
+we'll make 'nough to get Mis' Tomlin th' ice
+ourselves. If yer do," continued the wily Joey,
+"I tell yer what,&mdash;we'll go home on the cable
+cars, we will." And he hurried his small companion
+along the sunny sidewalks, still following
+the line of the cable cars, until they came
+to a business street again, this time of large
+and handsome stores. Here, before the most
+imposing, Joey paused, and cast a calculating
+eye upon the stream of shoppers passing in and
+out. "Now, Angel, sing," he commanded.</p>
+
+<p>The footsore, tired Angel, hot and cross, declined
+to do it. "Her wants to sit down an'
+west," she declared.</p>
+
+<p>"We'll sit down out there on ther curbstone
+an' rest soon as yer sing some," promised the
+Major. So, taking up their stand on the flagging
+outside the entrance of the big store, the
+bare-headed Angel, in her worn gingham frock,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>
+highbred and beautiful as a little princess,
+despite it, struck up with as much effect as
+a bird's twitter might make. Finding that his
+whistle in no way corresponded to the song,
+Joey wisely contented himself with holding
+out his soldier's cap.</p>
+
+<p>Two such babies, one with so innocent, and
+the other with so comically knowing a smile,
+could not but attract attention. Some laughed,
+some sighed, some stopped to question, many
+dropped pennies and some put nickels, and
+even a dime or two into Joey's cap, while one
+stout and good-humored woman opened the
+paper bag she carried and put a sponge cake
+in each hand. But at this point, seeing that
+the policeman in charge of the crossing had
+more than once cast a questioning eye upon
+them, Joey decided to move on. "We'll have
+ter hurry anyhow," he observed, "ter get to
+ther speakin' in time. If you'll come on,
+Angel, 'thout restin', I'll tell yer what,&mdash;I'll
+buy yer a banana, I will, first ones we see."
+And the weary Angel, thus beguiled, dragged
+her tired feet along in Joey's wake.</p>
+
+<p class="spaced">*****</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The slanting rays from the setting sun were
+falling across Liberty Square, on the statue of
+that great American who declared all men to
+be created equal, on the sullen faces of hundreds
+of idle men who stood beneath its
+shadow, listening to speech after speech from
+various speakers, speeches of a nature best calculated
+to coax the smouldering resentment in
+their hearts into a blaze.</p>
+
+<p>On the outskirts of the park-like square a
+small boy was urging a smaller girl to hurry.
+"Angel's legs won't go no more," the diminutive
+female was wailing as her companion
+dragged her along.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile the impassioned words of the last
+oration were being echoed and emphasized by
+mutterings and imprecations. The mob, in
+fact, was beginning to respond, just as its promoters
+had intended that it should, and as
+their dangerous eloquence continued to pour
+forth, the emotions of the crowd accordingly
+grew fiercer, louder, until from sullen mutterings,
+the applauding echoes grew to clamor
+and uproar. And following the impassioned
+harangue of the last speaker upon the program<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>&mdash;a
+red-haired gentleman, unpleasantly dirty&mdash;the
+cheers gave place to groans, the groans grew
+to threats, to curses, and the confusion spread
+like the roar of a coming storm.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly above the noise, came the measured
+tramp of feet. In the momentary lull
+succeeding, "The police, the police," a voice
+rang out on the silence, and the single cry
+swelled to a roar from hundreds of throats,
+and as suddenly died away to an expectant
+silence. At that a voice, loud with authority,
+rang out upon the stillness, "In the name of
+the Commonwealth," the measured words declared,
+"I command you to immediately and
+peaceably disperse!"</p>
+
+<p>The answer came in a chorus of jeers, hoots,
+yells of derision, and the howling mob began
+to seize whatever promised to be a weapon
+of defense or attack. Growing in numbers as
+dusk fell, the crowd now was spreading back
+into the surrounding streets. Merchants who
+had not already done so, were hurriedly closing
+their stores. The cars were blocked, and foot
+travellers fleeing in all directions. From the
+thickest of the crowd, a mighty creature of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>
+bone and muscle, a giant in height and breadth,
+grasping an iron support twisted from a bench,
+had forced his way out to the street, and now
+was using it to pry up the bricks from the
+sidewalk, which in turn were seized by his
+companions.</p>
+
+<p>Above the uproar and confusion the voice of
+authority, ringing out its words of command,
+was heard again.</p>
+
+<p>Head and shoulders above the crowd, the
+giant stood erect, waving his iron bar above
+his head. "At 'em, men," he cried, "at 'em
+before they fire!"</p>
+
+<p>But as he paused, another cry arose, a
+frightened, childish wail, that came from a
+very diminutive female clinging to his knees.
+"My Tomlin," it cried.</p>
+
+<p>The giant's arm dropped, and as the crowd
+swept on and left him standing, Mr. Tomlin
+looked down to behold the Angel, and holding
+fast to her, the badly frightened but defiant
+personage of Joey.</p>
+
+<p>The giant caught the Angel up in his arms.
+"Hold on to my coat," he cried to Joey, and
+speedily, such of the crowd as had not swept<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
+by in their charge against the police, fell back
+on either side before Mr. Tomlin's mighty fist.
+Fighting desperately, he reached the edge,
+and seizing Joey, dragged him across the car
+tracks as the crash of stones, the breaking of
+glass, the sharp crack of firearms, told of the
+meeting of the forces behind him.</p>
+
+<p>Howls of rage, of pain, of defiance answered,
+followed by further crashing of stones and
+splintering of glass in street lights and car
+windows, and not until they were several
+squares removed from the scene of action did
+Mr. Tomlin pause. He then laid a heavy hand
+on Joey. "By all that's&mdash;" he began.</p>
+
+<p>But Joey was ready for him, and hastily began
+to pour his earnings from his jacket pocket
+in a pile upon the flagging. "Me an' Angel
+made it a-singin' on the street fer to get ice fer
+Mis' Tomlin," the wily one explained. And
+the tender-hearted giant, gazing from one
+small figure to the other, forthwith began to
+sob like a child.</p>
+
+<p>And, oh, the rejoicings of the distracted
+Tenement when the lost Angel was returned!
+And how Joey was seized and violently threat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>ened
+to be as violently forgiven. Mrs. Tomlin,
+given ice to her heart's content, fell asleep,
+blessing the Angel for having rescued her husband
+from the almost certain hands of the law.
+And when, next day, it was learned that various
+and sundry of Mr. Tomlin's friends, among
+them the red-haired gentleman and his dark
+companion, had been arrested, while Mr. Tomlin
+was safe at home, the Angel became more
+than ever the pride and idol of the Tenement.</p>
+
+<p>"There's some'n' mighty wrong," Mr. Tomlin
+was heard arguing soon after, "for a man
+with the bone and muscle to 'em as I've got,
+wantin' work an' willin' to do anything, yet
+havin' to starve&mdash;but whatever it is as is wrong,
+I'm thinkin' mobs ain't the way to right
+it."</p>
+
+<p>"An' if he'd only hed th' sinse to make the
+furrin' gintleman as could talk the gibberish to
+question th' Angel choild," said Mrs. O'Malligan
+indignantly, "sure an' we moight have
+larned all about her by this toime, entoirely,
+for there's mony a thing she's tried to tell us
+an' can't for the want of a worrud. But foind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span>
+me a man of yer as does any thinkin' 'thout
+his woman there to prompt him," she quoth
+contemptuously, "an' I'll foind ye a polaceman
+as isn't a meddler in other folks' affairs, as this
+yere mob is jist anither provin' of."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">THE MAJOR SUPERINTENDS THE ANGEL'S
+EDUCATION.</span></h2>
+
+<p>"It's a nice, cool morning," said the ever
+sanguine Miss Bonkowski to Joey, one day
+late in September, "so, if you will give me
+your solemn promise&mdash;" and Miss Norma
+paused impressively, emphasizing her words
+with nods of her blonde head, "not to go to
+any speakings, nor yet to the dock to fish, nor
+to any fires, or to a procession, even if it's
+right around the corner," and Miss Norma
+drew breath as she finished the enumerating of
+his various exploits, "why, Angel here can
+play with you until Mary Carew comes down
+to get her."</p>
+
+<p>The Major&mdash;his cap a little more battered,
+his belt somewhat the worse from constant
+wear, but clean as to face and hands, having
+just emerged from the morning inspection of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>
+the Armory janitor, better known to the neighborhood
+as Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R.&mdash;treated Miss Bonkowski
+to a salute and a confidential wink, and
+edged up to the smiling Angel's side. "Yer
+jus' leave her wid me," he responded reassuringly,
+"an' I ain't goin' to do nothin' as ain't
+square."</p>
+
+<p>And Miss Norma, whose faith in human
+nature, ph&#339;nix-like, ever sprang up anew from
+the blighted hopes of former trust, accordingly
+turned her darling over to Joey and hurried off.
+"For she's obliged to have some one to play
+with and to get some fresh air somehow," the
+chorus-lady argued for her own re-assuring,
+though it remains a mystery as to how she
+could deceive herself into considering the garbage-scented
+atmosphere of the neighborhood
+as fresh, "and Joey's by far the best of the
+lot around here."</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile, the small subject of all this solicitude,
+in clean frock and smiling good-humor,
+responded at once to Joey's proposal, and the
+two sat down on the curbstone. In the constant
+companionship of their two months'
+acquaintance, the little Major's growing inter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>est
+in the Angel had assumed almost fatherly
+proportions. Hitherto this zeal had taken itself
+out in various expeditions for her entertainment
+similar to the one ending in Mr.
+Tomlin's rescue. To-day it was produced in
+the shape of a somewhat damaged peach purchased
+with a stray penny. But the Angel, in
+her generous fashion, insisting on a division
+of the dainty, Joey at first stoutly declining,
+weakened and took half, seeing to it, however,
+that his was the damaged side.</p>
+
+<p>"When yer was up there," he observed
+unctiously as he devoured his portion&mdash;and he
+nodded his round little head toward that foggy
+and smoky expanse about them, popularly believed
+by the population about the Tenement
+to be the abode of angels&mdash;"when yer was up
+there, yer had these kinder things every day,
+didn't yer?"</p>
+
+<p>If her small ladyship's word could be taken
+for it, in that other life still remembered by
+her, she had everything, even to hoky-poky ad
+libitum, to her heart's content, though her
+testimony framed itself into somewhat more
+halting and uncertain English.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"What did yer do up there, anyhow?"
+queried Joey curiously.</p>
+
+<p>"Danced," the Angel declared, daintily devoting
+herself to her portion of the peach,
+"her danced and&mdash;her danced."</p>
+
+<p>This earthly vocation seemed to fail to appeal
+to Joey's imagination. "Nothin' else?"
+he demanded anxiously. "Didn't yer never
+do nothin' else?"</p>
+
+<p>But the Angel had fallen to poking the green
+contents of the gutter with a stick, and seemed
+to find the present more fascinating to contemplate
+than the past.</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't yer never go nowhere?" persisted
+Joey.</p>
+
+<p>"Her went to school," the Angel admitted,
+or so it sounded to Joey.</p>
+
+<p>"What 'ud yer do at school?" he inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"Danced," was the Angel's unmistakable
+announcement.</p>
+
+<p>Joey looked disgusted, but soon recovered
+and fell to revolving a new idea in his fertile
+young brain.</p>
+
+<p>"I know where there is a school," he remarked.
+"I've never went, but I hung on ter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>
+the window-sill an' looked in, an' if yer went
+ter school up there, yer oughter be goin' down
+here, see!" And forthwith Joey arose.</p>
+
+<p>Amiable as her small ladyship usually was,
+on this occasion, seeing determination written
+on Joey's small countenance, she rebelled.
+"Angel yants to stay here," the young lady
+declared, continuing to poke at the contents
+of the gutter.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't wanter make her cry," argued Joey
+wisely, then cast about in his mind for an inducement.
+"They have parties to that school,
+they do," finally he observed, "fer I seen 'em
+settin' 'round tables an' eatin' one day."</p>
+
+<p>The guileless infant rose to the bait at once,
+and dropped her stick and slipped her confiding
+hand in Joey's. "Angel likes to have parties,"
+she declared, and thus lured on, she forthwith
+followed Joey down the street.</p>
+
+<p class="spaced">*****</p>
+
+<p>"Some one to see me," repeated pretty
+Miss Stannard, of the Darcy College Settlement's
+Free Kindergarten, and laying down
+her blocks she went to the door.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>On the steps outside the entrance stood a
+small, chubby-cheeked boy smiling up out of
+knowing brown eyes from beneath a soldier's
+cap many sizes too large for him, while behind
+him stood a slender, graceful child with wonderful
+shining hair, and eyes equally as smiling.</p>
+
+<p>The small boy treated the tall, pretty young
+lady to a most confiding nod and a wink.
+"I've brought her ter school," he remarked.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, have you?" returned the young lady
+laughing, "then I'd better invite you in, I suppose,"
+and she led the way toward the entry-room
+where hung some dozens of shabby hats
+and bonnets. "And what is your name?" she
+inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"Her name is Angel, it is," responded the
+little fellow briskly, with emphasis on the pronoun,
+as if to let the young lady understand at
+once that her interest need extend no further
+than to the prospective pupil.</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't a know I are Angel?" queried the
+smiling cherub with her accustomed egotistical
+surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"And what is your other name?" questioned
+Miss Stannard smiling.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"She ain't got no more," returned the escort
+succinctly.</p>
+
+<p>"And what is yours?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mine&mdash;oh, I'm just the Major, I am," with
+off-hand loftiness.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed? And where do you live, Major?"</p>
+
+<p>"Fourth Reg'ment Arm'ry," responded the
+Major glibly.</p>
+
+<p>"And the little girl,&mdash;Angel&mdash;you said&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>The Major looked somewhat surprised,
+"They come from Heaven,&mdash;Angels do, yer
+know," he remarked, staring a little at the tall
+young lady's want of such knowledge.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," responded the pretty lady gently,
+"but where is she living now?"</p>
+
+<p>"Round by me," said the small boy briefly,
+showing some restlessness.</p>
+
+<p>"With her father and mother?"</p>
+
+<p>The Major, staring again, shook his head,
+and poor Miss Stannard, despairing, of learning
+anything definite from this source, asked if he
+would take her there after Kindergarten, and
+began to untie the little girl's cap.</p>
+
+<p>Evidently gratified at this attention to his
+charge, the Major said that he would, and fol<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>lowed
+the two into the large, sunny room adjoining.
+"The children are just going on the
+circle," said the pretty young lady, "won't you
+take my other hand and go too."</p>
+
+<p>The Major drew back hastily. "She's come
+ter school," he declared indicating the Angel,
+"there ain't no school in it fer me. I'm a
+sojer, I am."</p>
+
+<p>"Then have a chair, sir, and watch us," said
+the young lady, with amused eyes, as she
+brought out a little red chair with polite hospitality.</p>
+
+<p>The young gentleman graciously accepting
+it, the Angel was forthwith borne away to join
+the circle of children about the ring, and to
+Miss Stannard's surprise, with no more ado,
+joined in the game like one familiar with it all,
+waving her small hands, singing gaily and,
+when her turn arrived, flitting gaily about
+the circle until the sash strings of her
+little faded dress sailed straight out behind
+her.</p>
+
+<p>And the game at an end, without waiting
+for direction or guidance, the newcomer
+marched with the other children about the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>
+big room and took her place with them at one
+of the tables spread with entrancing green and
+yellow papers. And here, absorbed in directing
+the work at her own table, and her two
+assistant teachers equally absorbed at theirs,
+Miss Stannard was presently aroused by a
+nudge from 'Tildy Peggins, the freckle-faced
+young person employed in a capacity of janitress
+and nursery maid.</p>
+
+<p>"Look a-yonder to that young willain, Miss
+Ruth," urged 'Tildy, whose sentiments regarding
+the infant populace refused, despite all the
+efforts of her employers, to be tempered by
+Kindergarten views.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Stannard looked up hastily, and so did
+the twenty pairs of eyes about her table.</p>
+
+<p>From the depths of one pocket the Major
+had produced a cigarette, and from the mixed
+contents of another he had extracted a match,
+and as the twenty pairs of eyes fell on him, a
+fascinating curl of blue smoke was just issuing
+from his lips.</p>
+
+<p>'Tildy Peggins folded her arms on her flat
+chest and gave vent to a groan. Already, with
+her gloomy views on Kindergarten regeneration<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
+versus innate depravity, she foresaw the contamination
+of every half-subjugated small masculine
+in the room.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Stannard, with a shake of her head at
+'Tildy, coughed slightly. Instantly the eyes
+of the school left the Major and fixed themselves
+expectantly on her pretty face.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought you wanted to be a soldier,
+Major," she observed, addressing the small
+gentleman.</p>
+
+<p>"I is goin' to be," returned that unabashed
+gentleman, calmly sticking a thumb in his belt,
+and in so doing pushing his jacket aside, so as to
+further expose the military trappings about his
+round little person, "I's a-goin' to be a sojer in
+the Fourth Regiment."</p>
+
+<p>"No, indeed," said Miss Ruth, "the members
+of the Fourth Regiment are gentlemen,
+and a gentleman would never have smoked in
+here without asking if he might."</p>
+
+<p>The Major looked somewhat moved out of
+his usual imperturbability. The curl of offending
+smoke ceased.</p>
+
+<p>"I know a soldier," Miss Ruth went on
+calmly, "and what is more, he is a member of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>
+the Fourth Regiment, but he never would have
+done such a thing as you are doing."</p>
+
+<p>The cigarette trembled in the Major's irresolute
+fingers.</p>
+
+<p>"And even if you had asked first," the
+steady voice went on, "I would have said no,
+for such a thing as smoking is never allowed in
+this room."</p>
+
+<p>The Major's irresolute brown eyes met Miss
+Stannard's resolute brown ones. Then the
+cigarette went out the open window behind
+him and the work at the tables went on.</p>
+
+<p>Presently Miss Ruth looked up again.
+"Won't you come," she said pleasantly, touching
+a pile of the gay papers. "Are you not
+tired?"</p>
+
+<p>The Major shook his head decidedly. "No,
+he would not," and finding a chip among the
+apparently inexhaustible stores of his pockets,
+he next produced a knife boasting an inch of
+blade and went to whittling upon 'Tildy's immaculate
+floor.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Ruth saw it all, and presently saw the
+chip fall to the floor and the round head begin
+to nod. Then, with 'Tildy Peggins' gloomy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>
+and disapproving eye upon her at this act of
+overture, she crossed the room. "Major,"
+said Miss Ruth, just a little plaintively, perhaps,
+"do you suppose you could do something
+for me?"</p>
+
+<p>The Major was wide awake on the instant.</p>
+
+<p>"These papers," explained Miss Ruth, while
+'Tildy from her work of washing windows,
+shook her disapproving head, "put all like this
+in a pile on the table here, and all like this over
+here, and this color,&mdash;here," and before Miss
+Stannard had gotten over to her table again,
+the Major was deep in the seductive fascinations
+of Kindergarten.</p>
+
+<p>It was when the three teachers, with 'Tildy's
+help, had at last distributed the sixty hats,
+hoods, and caps, and started the loitering
+groups on their homeward ways, that pretty
+Miss Stannard, putting on her own hat, addressed
+her new pupils. "Now, Major, I am
+ready," she said, and the three accordingly
+turned their steps toward the neighborhood of
+the Tenement.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Ruth's small escort had quite an idea
+of the proper thing to do, and pointed out the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>
+landmarks as the three went along, the
+Angel's friendly hand slipped confidingly into
+that of her new friend.</p>
+
+<p>"I did hear as so many died in this yere
+house of the fevers this summer," Joey remarked
+cheerfully, pointing to a wretched-looking
+tenement building they were passing;
+"they'll give yer a room there now fer nothin'
+to git a good name fer the house agin."</p>
+
+<p>Miss Ruth shivered as they passed.</p>
+
+<p>The Major next nodded toward a dingy
+saloon. "Here's where I take a schooner an'
+a free lunch sometimes," he remarked confidentially.</p>
+
+<p>The tall young lady's brown eyes danced as
+she glanced down at the small person of the
+Major. "And how old are you, Major?" she
+inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"Ha'f pas' seven, the Cap'n an' Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R.,
+they say."</p>
+
+<p>"The Captain? Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R.?"</p>
+
+<p>"Uh, huh! The Cap'n's a good 'un, he is.
+He gim' me these yere togs, he did, an' he told
+Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. I might sleep to th' Arm'ry,
+see?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Miss Ruth saw, and was just about to pursue
+the subject of Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R., when the Angel
+dropped her hand and with a gleeful cry ran
+ahead, and Miss Stannard looked up to behold
+two females bearing down upon them. Miss
+Bonkowski and Mrs. O'Malligan in fact, nor
+did they pause in their haste, until the Angel
+was safe in Norma's embrace and the Major
+anything but safe, in the clutches of the irate
+Irish lady.</p>
+
+<p>"An' it's yerself, ye limb, an' plaze to tell us
+whut ye mane by it?" the loud-voiced Mrs.
+O'Malligan demanded, "a-runnin' off with
+the childer agin, an' the whole Tiniment out
+huntin' an' her niver to be found at all, at
+all?"</p>
+
+<p>But the sweet-faced, tall young lady coming
+to his rescue, the two women softened, and
+reaching the Tenement, insisted on Miss Stannard
+coming in, and hearing the Angel's story.</p>
+
+<p>And on the way up to Miss Bonkowski's
+apartment, she learned that the Tenement, that
+morning, had been convulsed from cellar to
+garret, by the great honor bestowed upon it.
+For who but the Prima Donna, the Great Per<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>sonage
+of Norma's professional world, had just
+driven away in her carriage after a visit of an
+hour and the Angel never to be found at all!</p>
+
+<p>"An' ma'am," explained Mary Carew, her
+bony face swollen with crying, when Miss Stannard
+had been installed in one of the two chairs
+of the apartment, "an' ma'am, it was fer th'
+Angel she come. A offerin' Norma an' me
+anything we'd name to give her up, such a
+fancy as she's taken to her, an' wantin' her fer
+her own."</p>
+
+<p>"And you, what did you say?" asked Miss
+Ruth, gently, watching Mary with tender eyes as
+she held the beautiful, chattering little creature
+so jealously in her arms, and thinking as she
+watched, of the life and reputation commonly
+accorded the great singer.</p>
+
+<p>"Say?" came from Miss Bonkowski quickly,
+her befrizzled blonde tresses fairly a-tremble
+with her intensity, and sticking the hat-pin
+recklessly in and out of the lace hat she had
+taken off, "what did we say, you ask, and
+knowing, as you and every body must, the kind
+of life and future it would mean for a child
+that takes to things like this 'n does! With<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>
+all her money and her soft, winning ways, it is
+better, far better, for the child with her disposition,
+to starve along with Mary an' me, than
+grow up to that, if it was nothing more to be
+afraid of than being left to servants and hotel
+people and dragged around from place to place
+in such a life as it is. Not that I mean, ma'am,"
+and Miss Bonkowski spoke with quick pride,
+"that being in the profession need to make
+any body what they shouldn't be, for I know
+plenty of 'em of the best, and am one myself,
+though only a Chorus, but what with what's
+said about this one, even with her good heart
+and generous ways, she's not the one to have
+our Angel, though she meant it for the
+best."</p>
+
+<p>"An' she said," Mary Carew took it up, "as
+how Norma's gettin' old, and 'll be dropped
+afore long from the Chorus, an' she offered her,
+she did, in this very room, a' here before me,
+to buy out a Costumer as is leavin' the business,
+an' start Norma in for herself, along of
+her knowin' how to run a business such as
+that."</p>
+
+<p>"And oh girls," declared Miss Stannard as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>
+she told this part of the story to her assistant
+teachers afterward, "it was the bravest thing
+I've met among the poor people yet. Think
+of the courage of those two women, with
+poverty grimmer than they have yet known,
+ahead of them in all probability, yet determined
+to resist the temptation because they
+are assured it is not well for the child. Picture
+making jean pantaloons, year in, year out, at
+barely living wages, yet having the courage to
+put the matter so resolutely aside. After that,
+I could not bring myself to tell them they had
+done wrong in the beginning in not notifying
+the authorities. Of course there is some mystery
+about it. I cannot for a moment accept
+their explanation of it. The child, beyond
+question, is well born and has been carefully
+trained. And she goes about among all the
+strange, queer inmates of that Tenement house
+as fearlessly as a little queen. But, oh, the one
+that is a chorus-singer! If you could see her!
+So lean, so sallow, so airy and full of manner.
+But I will never laugh at another elderly
+chorus-singer again in my life, she is grand, she's
+heroic," and the pretty Kindergartner threaded<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>
+gay worsteds into needles with a vigor which
+lent emphasis to her words.</p>
+
+<p>"She's powerful stuck up, too," asserted the
+gloomy tones of 'Tildy Peggins, and she shook
+her mournful head, as she moved about straightening
+the disordered room for the next day,
+"there's a man lives in our Tenement wanted
+to keep comp'ny with her, but, la, she tossed
+her yellow head at his waffle cart, she did, an'
+she said if he'd had a settled h'occupation she
+might a thought about it in time, but she
+couldn't bring herself to consider a perambulating
+business, an' that was all there was to it.
+La, maybe she is grand an' 'eroic, but she's
+got a 'aughty 'eart, too, that woman has!"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">MISS RUTH MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF
+OLD&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R.</span></h2>
+
+<p>The Angel, as the cooler weather came on,
+being suitably clothed by Miss Stannard and
+the invisible though still generous Mrs. Tony,
+and the good ladies of the Tenement seeing
+that she was properly fed, her little ladyship
+continued to thrive, and to pursue her way,
+sweet and innocent, in the midst of squalor,
+poverty and wickedness such as Mary and
+Norma could not always hide, even from her
+baby eyes.</p>
+
+<p>True to the promise these ladies had made,
+she appeared regularly at Kindergarten in the
+charge of her faithful squire, the Major, whose
+own interest in the daily work had never
+flagged since the day he first agreed to help
+Miss Stannard.</p>
+
+<p>It was with surprise, therefore, that, late in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>
+November, Miss Ruth noted the absence of
+the two for several successive days.</p>
+
+<p>"Childern's obliged to get wore out fiddlin'
+with beads an' paper an' such, in time," said
+the perverse and unconverted 'Tildy Peggins.
+"That's the reason they's constant droppin' off,
+an' new ones comin' in. There ain't enough
+willainy in Kindergarten to keep their minds
+h'occupied. They's pinin' for the streets long
+afore you'd h'ever believe it,&mdash;their 'earts ain't
+satisfied with beads and paper, childern's obliged
+to have a little willainy mixed in."</p>
+
+<p>But despite 'Tildy's pessimistic views, on the
+fifth morning of their absence, Miss Ruth had
+just determined to send around to the Tenement,
+when a knock summoned her to the
+door.</p>
+
+<p>Outside stood the smiling Angel, in her
+little winter cloak and hood, her hand in that
+of a very large, very grizzled, and very military-looking
+man, who greeted Miss Stannard with
+a salute reminding her at once of Joey.</p>
+
+<p>"What has become of my friend, the
+Major?" she inquired, ushering them into the
+school-room.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Joey couldn't come," explained the Angel,
+mournfully.</p>
+
+<p>"It was to tell you about him, ma'am, I
+stepped around," replied the man, gazing admiringly
+about the bright room, with its pictures,
+its growing plants, its tables, and dozens
+of little red chairs. "It is a pretty place now,
+I must say, and it's no wonder the little chap
+likes to come here. He's been that worried, and
+fretting so about the little one not getting to
+school, that I promised him I'd march her 'round
+here every day if he'd call a halt on his fretting."</p>
+
+<p>"He is sick, then?" Miss Ruth inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, it didn't seem as if it was enough to
+lay him off duty," responded the man, as he
+regarded Miss Ruth with friendly gaze; "he's
+a knowin' little shaver, the Major is, and great
+on tryin' to help me."</p>
+
+<p>"Are you the friend that he calls Old G. A.
+R.?" inquired Miss Ruth, with sudden intuition,
+as she smiled back into the weather-beaten
+face.</p>
+
+<p>The old soldier chuckled. "He's told you
+about that, has he? 'Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R.!' Great
+name, ain't it?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Why does he call you by it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Grand Army of the Republic, ma'am. I'm
+a member, and I reckon I do anecdote about
+it overmuch at times. The Reg'ment round
+there, they dubbed me that."</p>
+
+<p>"And the Major?"</p>
+
+<p>"That's right, ma'am, for'ard march! I'm
+gettin' to it. He was in the Arm'ry with me,
+the other day, a-pretendin' to help me clean
+up, and he fell off one of the cannon he
+was monkeyin' round. He didn't seem so
+bad hurt, at first, but somehow, after I
+come to think it over, he hasn't seemed to
+want to move round since, so I lay it to
+that."</p>
+
+<p>"Have you had a doctor to see him?" asked
+Miss Ruth, waving the groups of arriving children
+on to 'Tildy's care.</p>
+
+<p>"No, ma'am, I haven't. The officer that
+took the fancy to the little chap and pays for
+his eatin' along with me at the restaurant, he's
+been out of town for six weeks, and after leaving
+the baby here, I am on my way to his
+office now, to see if he has got back," and he
+stepped toward the door.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I will take Angel home and stop by there
+and see Joey," said Miss Ruth.</p>
+
+<p>"We'll be happy to have you, ma'am," and
+with a salute, the old soldier marched out the
+door.</p>
+
+<p class="spaced">*****</p>
+
+<p>"Indade, Miss Ruthie, an' it's proud I am to
+go wid ye," said Mrs. O'Malligan some hours
+later, in response to Miss Ruth's request to go
+over to the Armory with her, "just ye wait till
+I starts the Angel choild up the steps," and
+Mrs. O'Malligan accordingly, was soon accompanying
+Miss Ruth through the big door of
+the Armory.</p>
+
+<p>The old soldier met them and led the way
+into a neat box of a room, very orderly, very
+spotless. Here, on a cot, lay the Major, his
+eyes turned to meet them expectantly. It was
+quite pitiful to see how these few days had
+changed him into the white little chap looking
+up from the pillow.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Major," began Miss Ruth, cheerily,
+and at sound of her bright, animated voice, a
+figure in the shadow on the other side of the
+cot looked up.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Why, Mr. Dilke," cried Miss Ruth, at sight
+of the young and very properly attired gentleman
+who stood up to greet her.</p>
+
+<p>The young gentleman came round and shook
+hands with evident pleasure. "So you are the
+wonderful '<i>Teacher</i>,' Miss Stannard?"</p>
+
+<p>"And you are the '<i>Cap'n</i>'?" retorted Miss
+Ruth.</p>
+
+<p>Here the Major, as he would have phrased
+it, "caught on." "She said yer was a gentleman
+what wouldn't a-smoked before ladies, she
+did," volunteered Joey.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Ruth blushed and laughed and blushed
+again. "Well, he wouldn't, Joey," she reiterated
+stoutly.</p>
+
+<p>Whereupon the boyishly smooth face of Mr.
+Dilke colored too, and being very big and
+blonde and diffident, he blushed very red indeed,
+while Joey, seeing something up, tried
+to wink his roguish eyes but failed for very
+weakness and found them full of tears instead.</p>
+
+<p>"Where does it hurt?" asked Miss Ruth
+gently, leaning over him.</p>
+
+<p>The Major winked indignantly. "Sojers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>
+aint goin' to make no fuss if does hurt, Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. he says so!"</p>
+
+<p>Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. in the background gave vent
+to a sudden chuckle. "Obey your superior
+officers, Major, afore anything," he corrected.</p>
+
+<p>"Faith I'll jist take him in me lap an' say
+whir he's hurted for meself," said Mrs. O'Malligan
+briskly and forthwith laid her energetic
+hand upon the little fellow. At her well meant
+but rough handling, the child cried out, turning
+white to the lips.</p>
+
+<p>"Howly Mither, forgive me," cried Mrs.
+O'Malligan.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Ruth turned away to hide her tears.
+"Have you had a doctor yet?" she inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I had just gotten here a moment ahead
+of you," explained Mr. Dilke.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said Miss Ruth, decidedly, "whether
+it proves serious or not, he ought to go to St.
+Luke's and be properly nursed, and if there
+happens to be a free cot vacant, I will have no
+trouble getting him in."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Dilke turned quickly. "Don't stop for
+that," he said, "use me,&mdash;I mean,&mdash;don't let the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>
+cost of it interfere,&mdash;I'll be very glad,&mdash;you
+know&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Miss Ruth beamed at the young man whom
+she knew to be very rich indeed. "Just take
+charge of a Free Kindergarten, Mr. Dilke, if
+you ever really want to properly appreciate
+your blessings and privileges," she said, "I am
+never so sordid in my desire for wealth, as
+when I stand helpless, with the knowledge of
+the suffering around me, that money can
+remedy or at least, alleviate."</p>
+
+<p>"Let me walk with you to St. Luke's," begged
+Mr. Dilke, "and you can tell me something
+more about it all if you will." And
+leaving Joey to Mrs. O'Malligan, until their
+return, the two started off.</p>
+
+<p>"You've evidently been very good to Joey,"
+Miss Stannard remarked graciously, as they
+went along.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Dilke blushed furiously, "Who? I?
+No more than the other men in the Regiment.
+Now a fellow could hardly help liking the little
+chap, could he?" and he regarded his pretty
+companion as if seeking justification in her
+answer.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"How did it ever begin?" inquired Miss
+Stannard.</p>
+
+<p>"Through the old man&mdash;the janitor, you
+know. The boy's mother was a daughter of a
+dead soldier, comrade to Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. Good
+for nothing husband, and that sort of thing,
+you know, and always runnin' to Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R.
+for protection and help too, I suspect. When
+she died, the old fellow didn't have the money,
+and appealed to some of us fellows to help
+bury her. And then, it turned out, here was
+the boy. First we agreed to his staying at the
+Armory a day or so, then a week, then longer,
+and by that time the knowing little monkey
+had made his own cause good. Here we are,&mdash;and
+we'll just arrange, while here, to take a
+doctor back with us."</p>
+
+<p>It was late that afternoon that Miss Ruth,
+having remained to see the Major safely asleep
+after his removal to St. Luke's Hospital, came
+down the steps of that institution with her
+pretty eyes all dim with crying, the doctor's
+words ringing in her ears, "Poor little chap,"
+he had said, "it's merely a question of time."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">THE ANGEL MEETS AN OLD FRIEND.</span></h2>
+
+<p>A few days later Mrs. O'Malligan, in her
+best attire, and Miss Bonkowski, also gotten
+up regardlessly even to an added bloom upon
+her cheeks, sallied forth in the face of the first
+snowfall, to take the Angel to St. Luke's
+Hospital, where, by appointment, Miss Ruth
+was to meet them.</p>
+
+<p>When in time they reached the building and
+Miss Stannard led the way up to the Children's
+Ward, a white-capped nurse came forward between
+the rows of little beds each with its
+child occupant, her finger on her lips. "He is
+so much weaker to-day," she explained, "I
+would say he had better not see any one,
+except that he will fret, so please stay only a
+few moments," and she led them to where
+Joey lay, his white bed shut off from his little
+neighbors by a screen. His eyes were closed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>
+and a young resident physician was standing
+by the bed.</p>
+
+<p>"We thought he was going for a while this
+morning," whispered the nurse, but, low as she
+spoke, the Major heard. A ghost of a twinkle
+was in his brown eyes as they opened and
+sought the doctor's. "I fooled 'em that time,
+didn't I, Doc?" he demanded, and one trembling
+lid attempted its old-time wink.</p>
+
+<p>"You wanted Angel, Joey dear," said Miss
+Ruth, "and she has come to see you."</p>
+
+<p>The Angel's face was full of doubt and
+trouble, her eyes dark with gathering tears.
+Frightened at this something she half-divined,
+but could not understand, she drew near
+doubtfully. "Angel loves her Joey, her does,"
+she asserted, however, as if in refutation of her
+fears.</p>
+
+<p>"Show her&mdash;my&mdash;gun," whispered Joey, and
+from the table where his eyes could feast upon
+it, the nurse lifted a small rifle.</p>
+
+<p>"The Cap'n give it ter me,&mdash;so I could be a&mdash;member
+of th' Reg'ment&mdash;<i>now</i>&mdash;see? Ain't
+it a dandy&mdash;Angel?"</p>
+
+<p>The child nodded gravely, but all the while<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>
+her little breast was heaving with the gathering
+sobs. Seeing Miss Norma also in tears, Miss
+Ruth motioned her to take the Angel ahead,
+and leaving Mrs. O'Malligan speaking to the
+nurse, Miss Ruth followed slowly after, talking
+with the doctor as she went.</p>
+
+<p>A moment later, the ward was startled by
+a cry from the hall beyond, "Yosie,&mdash;Angel's
+Yosie!"</p>
+
+<p>Miss Ruth and the doctor hurried out. In
+the hall in a rolling chair sat a young woman
+to whose knees the Angel was clinging, amid
+sobs and little cooing cries of joy. "Yosie,
+Angel's Yosie."</p>
+
+<p>"Poor girl!" ejaculated the young doctor,
+"this may lead to her identification. We do
+not even know her name," he explained to Miss
+Stannard. "A case of paralysis,&mdash;almost helpless.
+Never has spoken since brought here.
+Yes," in answer to Miss Ruth's eager inquiries,
+"she has gotten so that she can make signs for
+yes and no."</p>
+
+<p>At once Miss Stannard turned to the girl,
+from whose lap Norma was trying to draw the
+expostulating Angel. "Do you know Angel?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>
+she asked, her hand on the child as she
+spoke.</p>
+
+<p>There was a slight affirmative droop to the
+eyelids, while the gaze beneath was fixed imploringly
+on Miss Ruth.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you Rosy?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"My Yosie, it <i>is</i> my Yosie!" declared the
+Angel, with one of her little bursts of baby rage,
+pulling away from Norma and stamping her
+foot, frantic that any doubt should exist.</p>
+
+<p>At this point, Mrs. O'Malligan, who had
+been following in her comfortable fashion,
+unconscious of any excitement, drew near.
+Suddenly there was an excited cry from that
+lady. "Howly Mither, an' it's Mrs. Buckley's
+own sister, Rosy O'Brien, fer sure!"</p>
+
+<p>The wild eyes of the sick girl turned towards
+Mrs. O'Malligan with signs of recognition.
+The doctor repeated his story.</p>
+
+<p>"She must have been Angel's nurse," said
+Miss Stannard.</p>
+
+<p>"An' was it the darlint's nurse ye war, Rosy
+O'Brien?" inquired Mrs. O'Malligan.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," signalled the eyelids, whereupon
+Mrs. O'Malligan, swaying her body to and fro,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>
+and clapping her hands, burst forth suddenly,
+"I say through wid it all, I say through wid it
+all! Ye brought the Angel choild to the
+Tiniment wid ye to say your sister, now, didn't
+ye, Rosy, me jewel?"</p>
+
+<p>The good Irish lady waited for the affirmative
+droop from the eager eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"An' maybe ye found the door locked, an'
+not knowin' yer sister had moved away an'
+Miss Johnson, what goes to the car stables
+a-cleanin' by the day, livin' in her room now,
+ye set the choild down in the empty room
+a-nixt to it, an' run down to ask me as to whir
+yer sister had gone, now, didn't ye, Rosy
+O'Brien?" and Mrs. O'Malligan's garlanded
+bonnet fell over one ear in the good soul's
+excitement.</p>
+
+<p>Thus far apparently she was right.</p>
+
+<p>"An' I wasn't to home, for sure I niver seen
+ye," ventured Mrs. O'Malligan, her hands now
+on her hips as she gazed at the girl and pondered.</p>
+
+<p>She was right again.</p>
+
+<p>"An' what happened thin, I niver can say
+no further!"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The doctor, referring to a note book, spoke
+next. "She was brought here," he said, "on
+the seventh of last July, about six o'clock in
+the evening, having been knocked down by a
+horse at the corner of Camden and Lisiden
+Streets."</p>
+
+<p>"Whist!" cried Mrs. O'Malligan, her shawl
+fallen to the floor, her bonnet now hanging by
+the strings down her back, "that's our own
+corner, an' it's as plain to me now as the nose
+on yer face! Not findin' me to home, ye were
+runnin' over to the grocery to find out from
+yer sister's husband's brother Bill whativer
+had become of the family!"</p>
+
+<p>The sharp Irish lady had hit it again, and
+Miss Ruth here interrupted to ask Miss Bonkowski
+if she could remember the date on which
+the child had been found in the vacant room.
+After some thought and debate, Miss Norma
+declared it to have been on the morning of the
+eighth of July, because her own birthday came
+on the fifteenth and she remembered remarking
+the child had then been with them a
+week.</p>
+
+<p>But here the whole party came to a stand<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>still,
+and the wild, imploring look came back in
+poor Rosy O'Brien's eyes.</p>
+
+<p>The doctor laid his hand on her shoulder
+reassuringly. "Don't fret, my girl, it will
+all come right now in time. It is no
+wonder," turning to Miss Stannard, "she has
+been so slow getting better. I have said a
+hundred times the girl had something on her
+mind."</p>
+
+<p>Miss Ruth turned to Rosy again. "Does
+the child's mother, or do her people live here in
+the city?" she inquired.</p>
+
+<p>The eyelids failed to move, which according
+to the doctor meant <i>no</i>.</p>
+
+<p>"What will we do," sighed Miss Ruth, "for
+the more the child is asked, the more perplexed
+we get, and now&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Sure an' we'll ask Mrs. Buckley, Rosy's
+sister, an' she'll tell us all about it," said the
+practical Mrs. O'Malligan. "I remember well
+of her tellin' me of the foine wages Rosy was
+a-gittin; along of her goin' off so fur wid some
+rich lady as a nurse."</p>
+
+<p>At this hopeful point the doctor interfered,
+thinking best to prevent any further exciting<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>
+of his patient, and accordingly wheeled her
+back to her ward, leaving the others to soothe
+the terror of the child, at seeing hope vanish
+with Rosy.</p>
+
+<p>Pausing outside the big hospital in a trembling
+and excited little group, Miss Stannard detailed
+her plans. As the snow was coming
+down steadily, Miss Bonkowski should return to
+the Tenement at once with the excited, sobbing
+child, and Mrs. O'Malligan should take
+Miss Ruth to find Mrs. Buckley, the sister of
+poor Rosy O'Brien.</p>
+
+<p class="spaced">*****</p>
+
+<p>"And do you know," explained Miss Ruth
+that evening, to Mr. Dilke, who had fallen
+into a way of calling quite frequently indeed,
+of late, "and do you know, this woman, this
+Mrs. Buckley would not believe us, but insisted
+that her sister, Rosy O'Brien, as well as the
+child her sister had nursed, were drowned in
+that terrible ferry-boat disaster last July.
+After what seemed to me hours of catechising,
+I got the story from her.</p>
+
+<p>"A year ago, as I finally found out, her sister,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span>
+this same Rosy O'Brien, went South with a Mr.
+and Mrs. De Leon Breaux, whose child she
+had been nursing at Narragansett during the
+summer.</p>
+
+<p>"This spring, Mrs. Buckley, living then in
+the Tenement where the child was afterward
+found, received a letter from Rosy, saying she
+would be in the city with her mistress for a few
+days in July on their way to the seashore for
+the summer.</p>
+
+<p>"Meanwhile Mrs. Buckley moved, and being
+unable to write, left her new address with Mrs.
+O'Malligan. But the summer passing and no
+Rosy appearing, in September Mrs. Buckley
+grew anxious and got a friend to write to the
+Breaux' address for her, inclosing a letter to
+Rosy.</p>
+
+<p>"In answer came a reply from Mr. Breaux,
+which letter Mrs. Buckley showed me. It
+stated that on the seventh of last July Rosy
+O'Brien and the child, '<i>our little Angelique</i>,'
+the letter called her, had been drowned while
+crossing the river on the ferry.</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Breaux and her young sister, with
+Rosy O'Brien and the child, had reached the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span>
+city the day before, having come by steamer
+from New Orleans, their home.</p>
+
+<p>"According to the statement of a waiter at
+the hotel. Rosy, tired of waiting for the return
+of the two ladies from a shopping expedition,
+and having been promised the afternoon,
+started off soon after lunch with the child, saying
+that she was going across the river on the
+ferry to see her sister. This was the last seen
+of them.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Breaux hurried North in response to
+his wife's summons, and some days following
+the ferry disaster, which occurred shortly after
+the girl left the hotel, a body was found in the
+river, which from its black cashmere dress,
+white apron and plain gold ring, was identified
+as that of poor Rosy.</p>
+
+<p>"The girl had been taken on the recommendation
+of a former mistress and, as so often
+is the case, the Breaux' knew neither the name
+nor the address of this sister, and having,&mdash;in
+addition to the papers being filled with the
+matter,&mdash;advertised in vain, the body was buried
+and, despairing finally of recovering their child's
+body, they returned South. Though don't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
+think," said pretty Ruth suddenly regarding
+Mr. Dilke's attentive face while she laughed,
+"that I received the story from Mrs. Buckley
+in any such direct fashion. Such people are not
+only illogical and irrelevant, they are secretive,&mdash;if
+ever you have to do with them as my work
+leads me to, you'll understand what I mean.
+But to continue with Mrs. Buckley. In order
+to convince her that neither Rosy nor the child,
+despite her evidence, were dead, I took her
+straight back to the hospital, and as she then
+admitted Rosy to be Rosy, any lingering doubts
+were put at rest. And now you see why I was
+so relieved when you came this evening.
+Mother has no better business head than I
+have, and I want you to help me determine
+how best to let these Breaux know the child is
+alive."</p>
+
+<p>But Mr. Dilke, though far from a stupid
+young man, confessed himself a little dazed by
+Miss Ruth's rapid and excited story. Whereupon,
+laughing, she went over it again, adding,
+"And here is the address and the name is De
+Leon Breaux, and how shall we word the telegram?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And after much speculation the following
+was written and sent:</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+"Nurse-girl, Rose O'Brien, found in hospital, paralyzed.  Child
+safe and well.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="smcap"><span class="letter1">"Van Alstine Dilke,</span><br />
+<span class="letter2">"Hotel St. George."</span></span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">MARY CAREW IS TEMPTED.</span></h2>
+
+<p>When Norma, on reaching home with the
+tired child, finished her story, which, truth to
+tell, lost nothing of its dramatic possibilities in
+her telling, Mary Carew looked up with her
+face so set and white that Norma, who had
+been too intent in her recital to notice the
+gradual change in the other's manner, was
+startled.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't take on so, Mary," she cried, removing
+the child's wraps as she spoke, "I've always
+warned you she wasn't any deserted child,
+haven't I?" but there was a real tenderness in
+Norma's voice as she reminded the other of it.</p>
+
+<p>"You'd better get your supper," Mary replied,
+"it's near time for you to be going," and
+she pushed her work aside and held out her
+arms for the child, her face softening as it did
+for nothing else in the world.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Tired, cold, dazed with crying, the drooping
+little soul crept into Mary's arms, which closed
+hungrily and held her close as the sobs began
+to come again.</p>
+
+<p>Unlike her usual self, Mary let Norma prepare
+the supper unaided, while she sat gazing
+down on the flushed little face pillowed on her
+arm, and drew off the broken shoes, chafing and
+rubbing the cold, tired feet with her hand.</p>
+
+<p>She wanted no supper, she declared shortly
+in response to Norma's call, but on being
+pressed, came to the table and drank a little
+tea thirstily, and fed the sleepy child from her
+own plate.</p>
+
+<p>"Now don't take on so, Mary, don't fret
+about it while I'm gone," Norma begged as she
+hurried off to her nightly duties. "I'll miss her
+just as much as you, if it does turn out that
+we have to give her up, and for the darling's
+own sake, Mary, we ought to be glad to think
+she's going back to her own."</p>
+
+<p>But Mary, laying the sleeping child down in
+the crib, burst forth as the door closed, "An'
+it's Norma Bonkowski can tell me I ought to
+be glad! She can tell me that, and then say<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
+she'll miss her the same as me! It's little then
+she knows about my feelings,&mdash;for it'll be to
+lose the one bright thing outer my life as has
+ever come in it. 'Go back to her own!' Like
+as not her own's a mother like them fine ones
+I see on the Avenoos as leaves their little ones
+to grow up with hired nurses. 'Give her up&mdash;give&mdash;her
+up&mdash;' Norma says so easy like,&mdash;when
+every word chokes me&mdash;" and struggling
+against her sobs, Mary fell on her knees beside
+the crib, burying her face in the covers, "an' I
+must go on sittin' here day after day sewin',
+an' my precious one gone; stitchin' an' stitchin',
+one day jus' like another stretchin' on ahead,
+long as life itself, an' no little feet a-patterin'
+up the stairs, an' no little voice a-callin' on me,&mdash;nothin'
+to live for, nothin' to keep me from
+thinkin' an' thinkin' till I'm nigh to goin' crazy
+with the stitchin'&mdash;give her up?"&mdash;a wild look
+was on Mary's face as she raised it suddenly, a
+desperate one in her eyes&mdash;"I'll not give her
+up&mdash;she's mine&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>For a moment she gazed at the flushed face
+framed about with the sunny hair, then she
+rose, and, moving about the room with feverish<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>
+haste, she gathered together certain of the garments
+which hung from nails about the walls,
+and rolled them into a bundle. Then from
+between the mattress and the boards of the bed
+she drew an old purse, and counted its contents.</p>
+
+<p>"Two dollars and seventy-five,&mdash;eighty-five,
+ninety,&mdash;that's mine,&mdash;the rest is Norma's,"
+and she returned the remainder to the hiding-place.
+Then, putting on her own hat and
+shawl, she lifted the drowsy child, still dressed,
+and slipping on her cloak, rolled her in addition,
+in the shawl found with her that July morning
+almost five months before.</p>
+
+<p>Then grimly picking up child and bundle,
+with one guilty, frightened look about the
+room that for so many years had meant home
+to her, she went out the door and hurried
+cautiously down the steps and out into the
+snowy night.</p>
+
+<p class="spaced">*****</p>
+
+<p>It was half-past twelve when Norma Bonkowski,
+returning, climbed the stairs of the
+Tenement wearily. She was cold, for her clothes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>
+were thin; she was tired, for the day had been
+a hard one; she was dispirited, for the manager
+had been more than usually sharp and critical
+of her performance that night.</p>
+
+<p>When she entered her door the room was
+dark. The lamp had burned itself out and the
+room was filled with the sickening smell. The
+fire, too, was out, save for a few red embers.
+With a sudden realization that something was
+wrong, Norma groped about the littered mantel-shelf
+for a match, then hastily lit an end of
+candle. Bed and crib were empty, half the
+nails bare of their garments.</p>
+
+<p>"Gone!" cried Norma, beginning to wring
+her hands. Intuitively she felt what had
+happened. Desperate at the thought of losing
+her darling, Mary Carew had fled.</p>
+
+<p>But in a moment a re-assuring look replaced
+the fright on the blue, pinched features. "I
+know Mary better than she knows herself,"
+declared the optimistic Norma, "she'll be
+back," and tossing her blonde head resolutely,
+she threw aside her hat and cape and began to
+rekindle the fire.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll put on the tea-kettle, too," she told<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
+herself, "and be real comfortable and extravagant
+for once, and have a cup of tea ready
+when they come," for the good lady had no
+intention of going to bed, assuring herself she
+would not sleep if she did. So, moving about,
+she refilled the lamp, and drawing the machine
+nearer the stove, began to sew where Mary
+had left off. "I wonder how she thinks to
+make a livin'," Norma asked herself, smiling
+grimly, "seein' the machine's left behind.
+Poor Mary! I know her too well, she'll be back
+before morning."</p>
+
+<p>One, two,&mdash;then three, a neighboring church
+clock tolled, and Norma stitched and waited,
+stitched and waited. Several times she fell
+asleep, her head upon the machine, to awake
+with a start, hurry to the door and listen.</p>
+
+<p>A little before four she heard a step, and
+running to the door caught poor Mary as she
+staggered in, half-sinking with her burdens.
+Taking the frightened, wailing child and putting
+her down by the fire, Norma dragged Mary
+to a chair.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush," she commanded, when Mary tried
+to speak, "I know&mdash;I understand," and for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>
+once regardless of the child's comfort, she
+dragged the sodden shoes from Mary's feet,
+drew off the wet skirts and wrapped her in
+anything, everything, warm she could find. By
+this time Mary was sobbing wildly, and Norma,
+half-distracted, turned to draw the tea and to
+toast some slices of the stale bread she had
+waiting.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," she said, jerking the table around
+before Mary, then sitting down and taking up
+the child, "you drink that, Mary Carew, before
+you dare to say one word!"</p>
+
+<p>The child responded promptly to the warmth
+and food and began to chatter. "C'rew did
+take Angel away, Norma, and it was cold and
+Angel cwied, and C'rew cwied, but the nice lady
+sang."</p>
+
+<p>"I tried to run off with her," sobbed Mary,
+"but the Lord stood right in my way an'
+turned me back."</p>
+
+<p>"Whatever do you mean, Mary?" demanded
+Norma.</p>
+
+<p>"Just that, just what I said. I was a-runnin'
+off so's to keep her fer my own, an' th' Lord
+stopped me an' sent me back."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The child, nodding on Norma's knee like a
+rosy little Mandarin, caught the sacred name.
+"I p'ay the Lord mine and Joey's and eve'ybody's
+soul to keep," she murmured with
+drowsy effort, thinking C'rew was urging her
+to say the little prayer Miss Ruth had taught
+her.</p>
+
+<p>"He will, He will," said Mary Carew with
+awed emphasis, "if ever I doubted it before,
+Norma, I know now He will. I had been
+walkin' a good while after I left here, for I had
+laid my plans hasty-like, to cross the river an'
+get a room on the other side, for I was jus'
+outer my head, Norma, along of the thought
+of losin' her,&mdash;an' as I said, I had been walkin'
+I don' know how long, plannin' as I went, when
+the darlin' woke up, an' begun to cry. An'
+jus' then a man opened a door to come out of
+a place as had a great sign up, an' in the light
+as come out with him, he caught sight of
+us.</p>
+
+<p>"'Haven't you no place to go fer shelter, my
+poor woman?' he says, for I was kinder breathless,
+an' pantin', fer the darlin' an' the bundle
+was a weight to carry. But I was that tired<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>
+out, I couldn't say nothin' but jus' begin to
+cry. Seem' which he says, 'This is one of
+the All-Night-Missions, come in an' I will see
+if you may stay until morning.'</p>
+
+<p>"Thinkin' as how th' child might be sufferin'
+with the cold, I follered him in, a-plannin' to
+leave at daylight an' get across the river. I
+set down on a bench where he pointed me, an'
+when I got my breath I begun to look around.</p>
+
+<p>"It was a nice place, Norma, with picters
+round th' walls an' a good fire an' people sittin'
+round listenin' to a man talkin', an' when he
+stopped, a lady begun to sing a song about
+some sheep as were lost.</p>
+
+<p>"Angel here, she had stopped crying soon
+as she got warm, an' now she set up, peart an'
+smilin', pleased to death with the singin'. An'
+when she was done her song, the lady went to
+talkin', an' right along, Norma, she was talkin'
+straight at me. It mus' have been th' Lord as
+tol' her to do it, else how did she know?</p>
+
+<p>"'Rachel,' says she, an' I reckon this Rachel's
+another poor such a one as me, don't you,
+Norma?&mdash;'Rachel a cryin' for her children
+an' there wasn't any comfort for her because<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>
+they weren't there!' That's how she begun.
+'There isn't no love,' she said, 'no love on
+earth like the love a mother has for her child,
+you might take it away,' she said, 'an' try to
+fill its place with money an' everything good
+in life, but you can't make her stop wantin' her
+child an' thinkin' about it, not if you was to
+separate them fifty years; or you might try to
+beat it out of a mother or starve it out of her,
+but if the mother love had ever been there, it'd
+be there still.' That's what she said, Norma.
+An' she s'posed like the child was lost an' she
+said, 'even if there was a lot of children besides
+that a one, would she stay at home, contented
+like, with them as was safe? No,' she said,
+'that mother wouldn't, she'd start out and go
+hunt for the one as was lost,&mdash;even to faintin'
+along the way, till she found the child or give
+up an' died. That's how the Lord cares for
+us'&mdash;she said, but I didn't hear no more after
+that, for I jus' set there turned like to stone,
+goin' over what she said, the darlin' asleep
+again in my lap. An' seems like I must a set
+there for hours, Norma, fightin' against the
+Lord.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"'An' if you as ain't her mother wants her
+so,' at last, somethin' inside says to me, 'how
+much more must th' mother what's lost her
+want her?' and at that, Norma, the Lord won
+an' I got up an' come back with the child."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER X.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">THE MAJOR OBEYS ORDERS.</span></h2>
+
+<p>"He's going fast." So the nurse whispered
+to Miss Stannard, as with Mr. Dilke and Old G.
+A. R., she came in that December afternoon.
+As the three neared the little bed, shut off by
+the screens from the rest of the ward, they
+found the Angel already there in the arms of
+a tall, dark gentleman, while by Joey's pillow
+knelt a slender lady with shining hair and grave,
+sweet eyes like the Angel's.</p>
+
+<p>The Major tried to smile a welcome.
+"They've come&mdash;ter&mdash;carry&mdash;Angel home,
+they have," he whispered, "her dad&mdash;an' her&mdash;mammy."</p>
+
+<p>The white hand of the Angel's "Mammy,"
+took Joey's softly and her eyes were full
+of tears. "Joey is going home too," she
+said.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The Major's eyes wandered questioningly
+"The big&mdash;Angel's&mdash;come to get th' little
+Angel&mdash;but&mdash;my Mammy&mdash;ain't come&mdash;to get
+me?"</p>
+
+<p>"She has not come, Joey dear," the soft
+voice explained, "because she is waiting for
+you. Joey is going to her."</p>
+
+<p>The little voice was very weak now,&mdash;very
+wistful. "Goin'&mdash;now?" asked the Major.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Joey."</p>
+
+<p>His whisper could hardly be understood
+when after a long pause, he spoke again. "I&mdash;want&mdash;th'
+Cap'n&mdash;ter&mdash;gimme&mdash;th'&mdash;order,&mdash;'cause&mdash;I&mdash;b'long&mdash;ter&mdash;th'
+Reg'ment."</p>
+
+<p>"What order, Major?" came from the Captain
+huskily.</p>
+
+<p>"Old&mdash;G.&mdash;A.&mdash;R.&mdash;he knows&mdash;" the
+Major's voice could just be caught now.</p>
+
+<p>Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. who had given the order to
+those little feet so many times, knew and understood,
+and his big voice rolled out with suspicious
+unsteadiness now,&mdash;"Attention&mdash;Company!&mdash;Forward&mdash;"
+then the old soldier's voice
+broke as the little eyelids fluttered. Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. could not go on.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"&mdash;March!" came softly from Van Alstine
+Dilke, and with a ghost of his old, roguish
+smile the Major's eyes closed, as he obeyed
+orders.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER XI.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="caption">TELLS OF THE TENEMENT'S CHRISTMAS.</span></h2>
+
+<p>The Angel had but a week in which to prepare
+Christmas for the Tenement, but with the
+help of her marshaled forces she did it. With
+such a company of grateful assistants as her
+Father, her Mother, and the pretty young
+Aunt or "Tante" as the Angel called her, all
+things seemed possible.</p>
+
+<p>A Christmas Tree it was decreed by her small
+ladyship her Tenement should have, and Mrs.
+O'Malligan's first floor front, failing entirely
+in height or breadth to accommodate it, Mr.
+Dilke came forward and offered Miss Angelique
+the Armory in the name of the Fourth Regiment.</p>
+
+<p>And such a Tree! How it towered to the
+oaken roof and lost itself among the beams,
+and laden, festooned, and decorated, how<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>
+proudly it spread its great branches out to the
+balconies!</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. O'Malligan, alone, of all the Tenement,
+was let into the secret, and when it was finally
+disclosed, how the hearts of the favored fluttered
+as the Angel delivered her invitations,&mdash;every
+lady, every lady's husband, and every
+son and daughter of the Tenement being bidden
+to come. Not to steal in at the back door,
+as if the Armory was ashamed of its guests,
+but to walk proudly around the square and
+enter boldly in at the front doors of the building.
+All of which tended to raise the self-respect
+of the Tenement, whose spirits went up
+very high indeed.</p>
+
+<p>And on that eventful Christmas Day, when
+the guests who were bidden had arrived, it was
+discovered that the object most desired of each
+good lady's heart, was to be found on, or
+around the base of that Tree. Perhaps if Mrs.
+O'Malligan had explained the meanings of the
+many mysterious conferences that had taken
+place lately in her first floor front, the ladies
+might better have understood.</p>
+
+<p>There was a pretty carpet, as well as lace<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>
+curtains, long the desire of little Mrs. Tomlins'
+ambition, the set of "chiny" dishes dear to
+another good lady, a dress for this one, a bonnet,
+a nice rocking chair for that,&mdash;with new
+hats, pipes and tobacco around for the men,&mdash;and
+in addition for Mr. Tomlin, an entire
+suit of clothes and an overcoat, did that wonderful
+Tree shed upon his proud shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>Candy, nuts, and fruit were there in abundance,
+open to all, while the children paused,&mdash;awed,
+under a deluge of toys such as their eyes
+had never beheld the likeness of before.</p>
+
+<p>Nor was this all,&mdash;for somewhere about that
+Tree, hung a document, which being delivered,
+revealed to Miss Norma Bonkowski that she
+was now the owner and proprietor of that same
+Costumer's establishment she had so coveted,&mdash;while
+a most innocent and ordinary looking
+little book bearing Mary Carew's name told
+the secret of a sum of money safely in bank, so
+sufficient that never again need that grim
+phantom, the poor-house, threaten to overshadow
+the end as it had the beginning of
+Mary's life.</p>
+
+<p>As for Mrs. O'Malligan,&mdash;who had so suc<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>cessfully betrayed the secrets of her neighbors,
+she was the most surprised of all to find her
+own discovered. For, learning that the O'Malligans'
+savings toward "a house of our own
+over th' river wid a goat an' a bit of a pig-sty,"
+still lacked a small sum of being sufficient, the
+Angel had accordingly completed the amount.</p>
+
+<p>And then the Tenement, weary with the accumulations
+of pleasure and surprise, had taken
+itself home.</p>
+
+<p>No one had been forgotten. Even the sixty
+little Kindergartens, through the combined
+munificence of Mr. Dilke and the Angel, were,
+according to the gloomy prophecies of 'Tildy
+Peggins as she waited upon them at the feast,
+"a stuffed to their little stomicks' heverlastin'
+undoin'." And Old&nbsp;G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R., from the depths of
+a new arm-chair, tried to solace his lonely old
+heart with whiffs of fragrant tobacco from a
+wonderful new pipe.</p>
+
+<p>Neither was Joey forgotten in this time of
+rejoicing, for St. Luke's was made glad that
+Christmas Day when the Fourth Regiment endowed
+a child cot's "In memory of The Little
+Major."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Even Rosy O'Brien, whose one act of unfaithfulness
+had been so terribly punished, was
+made happy by the news her little Angelique
+brought her, that now since she was freed of
+her wearing secret, her health would begin to
+return. And in time it did, and long after,
+when her tongue could again frame its words,
+she dictated such a letter of contrition and remorse
+to Mrs. Breaux, that that gentle heart's
+last feelings against her were forgotten. In
+this letter, too, the poor girl related the happenings
+of the afternoon when she left the
+Hotel.</p>
+
+<p>Allured by the shop windows, she and her
+charge had stopped so often that on reaching
+the river, they learned of the accident which
+had just taken place in mid-river. At this, the
+girl had hurried back and crossed by the
+bridge.</p>
+
+<p>On reaching the Tenement finally, and finding
+her sister's door locked, and beginning to
+feel anxious about returning, on the impulse of
+the moment, that she might go down the faster,
+being breathless with the climb up the steep
+and broken stairs, she set the tired and sleepy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
+child down on her shawl in the adjoining room,
+whose door stood open, and hurried down to
+find Mrs. O'Malligan and beg a scrap of paper
+to write a few lines to put under her sister's
+door.</p>
+
+<p>Again Fate was against her. Mrs. O'Malligan's
+door was locked, and she determined to
+run across to the corner grocery to beg a bit of
+paper and pencil from Mr. Buckley's brother
+Bill who clerked there, and learn something of
+the absent family. And here, while crossing
+the street in nervous haste, she had been
+knocked down in a press of vehicles,&mdash;and so
+the long chapter of strange accidents was set
+going.</p>
+
+<p class="spaced">*****</p>
+
+<p>A few days after Christmas the prima donna
+of The Garden Opera House was found in her
+luxurious sitting-room, by her maid, face downward
+on the couch,&mdash;in tears, the result of a
+state of mind, caused, as it proved, by a visit
+from the little Angelique and her beautiful
+mother.</p>
+
+<p>"How can I ever thank you for your gen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span>erous
+impulse," Mrs. Breaux had said, in impulsive,
+sweet fashion, taking the wayward,
+beautiful, young creature's hand in hers, "or
+how can I ever be grateful enough to the good
+God for surrounding my darling with such love
+and preserving her, as He has done, from the
+evils of this terrible city," and she had cried
+and trembled even then, with the child there
+against her knee, calling and prattling to the
+green and yellow parrot on his gilded perch.</p>
+
+<p>"If only some one could have understood
+all the poor child tried to tell," said the prima
+donna, "but her dear, funny little lisp&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"It is no wonder they could not," cried the
+mother in quick exoneration of her child's
+Tenement friends, "her speech was a comical
+mixture of her father's French, my English,
+and the nurse's Irish brogue,&mdash;even Mr. Breaux
+gave up often in despair, and would turn for
+me to interpret."</p>
+
+<p>It followed, then, that Angelique had been
+brought to tell the great singer good-bye, and
+in speaking of her first meeting with her at the
+Opera House, the prima donna referred to the
+child's wonderful grace, her poise. "She has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>
+more than talent," the professional woman said,
+"she has genius."</p>
+
+<p>"It is a love of motion born in her," replied
+the mother, "my sisters have it before her.
+Angelique danced actually before she could talk,
+and my sister took her to dancing school and
+kindergarten when she was little more than a
+baby, because it seemed such a pleasure to the
+child."</p>
+
+<p>And then it so happened the singer was led
+to speak of her own life, of her wretched,
+motherless childhood, her poverty, the discovery
+of her voice and her subsequent success.</p>
+
+<p>"A success that sometimes seems but ashes
+in my mouth," she sobbed, as the young mother
+gathered her in her arms and comforted her
+with words which to her impulsive, untaught,
+undisciplined heart were as "apples of gold,"
+and which sank too deep to ever be forgotten.
+And it was following this visit that her maid
+found her in tears.</p>
+
+<p class="spaced">*****</p>
+
+<p>Pretty Miss Stannard sighed, as with Mr.
+Dilke in attendance, she was walking up from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span>
+the station, having seen Angelique, her mother,
+father, and Tante off for their southern home.
+"How nice," she sighed, "for them to have
+been able to show their gratitude as they have;
+money can do anything."</p>
+
+<p>But Mr. Dilke, who, of late had had reason
+to question the desirability of being a rich
+young man, since the conscientious and analytical
+young person by his side had returned
+an unfavorable answer to a certain matrimonial
+proposition on his part, alleging her inability
+to determine how far her affections were biased
+by sordidness. So Mr. Dilke shook his head
+and took a sidelong glance at his companion's
+pretty profile. "No, money cannot," he returned
+promptly in refutation of her statement,
+"all mine cannot give me the one thing that
+makes the rest seem worth while."</p>
+
+<p>"Nor would you want that one thing if it
+could," returned Miss Stannard quite as
+promptly, though what little of her profile Mr.
+Dilke could catch sight of now, so attractive
+did something prove across the way&mdash;grew a
+beautiful rosy red as she spoke,&mdash;"no, money
+could not give you that. I've thought and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>
+thought until I am quite&mdash;convinced&mdash;of that&mdash;though
+if you just could be poor,&mdash;real nice
+and poverty-stricken long enough to test me,&mdash;I'd
+always feel safer&mdash;you know&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>And when, in time, a successor was found to
+supply Miss Stannard's place at the Darcy
+Settlement's Free Kindergarten, it was to see
+the Angel in her beautiful southern home that
+Mr. Van Alstine took his pretty, young wife.
+And there, whom did they find,&mdash;her face all
+softened and transfigured with happiness, tending
+her beloved charge with jealous care&mdash;but
+Mary Carew!</p>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Angel of the Tenement, by George Madden
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+Title: The Angel of the Tenement
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+Author: George Madden Martin
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+THE ANGEL OF THE TENEMENT
+
+by
+
+GEORGE MADDEN MARTIN
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+New York
+Bonnell, Silver & Co.
+1897
+
+Copyright by
+Bonnell, Silver & Co.,
+1897.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+    CHAPTER                                                   PAGE
+
+       I. The Advent of the Angel                                1
+
+      II. The Entertainers of the Angel                         16
+
+     III. Introduces the Little Major                           26
+
+      IV. The Angel Becomes a Fairy                             37
+
+       V. The Angel Rescues Mr. Tomlin                          55
+
+      VI. The Major Superintends the Angel's Education          72
+
+     VII. Miss Ruth makes the Acquaintance of Old G. A. R.      90
+
+    VIII. The Angel meets an old Friend                         99
+
+      IX. Mary Carew is Tempted                                111
+
+       X. The Major Obeys Orders                               122
+
+      XI. Tells of the Tenement's Christmas                    125
+
+
+
+
+THE ANGEL OF THE TENEMENT.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+THE ADVENT OF THE ANGEL.
+
+
+The ladies of the Tenement felt that it was a matter concerning the
+reputation of the house. Therefore on this particular hot July morning
+they were gathered in the apartment of Miss Mary Carew and Miss Norma
+Bonkowski, if one small and dingy room may be so designated, and were
+putting the matter under discussion.
+
+Miss Carew, tall, bony, and more commonly known to the Tenement as Miss
+C'rew, of somewhat tart and acrid temper, being pressed for her version
+of the story, paused in her awkward and intent efforts at soothing the
+beautiful, fair-haired child upon her lap and explained that she was
+stepping out her door that morning with her water-bucket, thinking to
+get breakfast ready before Miss Bonkowski awoke, when a child's
+frightened crying startled her, coming from a room across the hall which
+for some weeks had been for rent.
+
+"At that," continued Miss Carew, moved to unwonted loquacity, and
+patting the child industriously while she addressed the circle of
+listening ladies, "at that, 'sure as life!' says I, and stepped across
+and opened the door, an' there, settin' on this shawl, its eyes big like
+it had jus' waked up, an' cryin' like to break its heart, was this here
+baby. I picked her right up an' come an' woke Norma, but it's nothin' we
+can make out, 'ceptin' she's been in that there room all night."
+
+Many were the murmurs and ejaculations from the circle of wondering
+ladies, while Miss Bonkowski, a frowzy-headed lady in soiled shirt waist
+and shabby skirt, with a small waist and shoulders disproportionately
+broad; and with, moreover, a dab of paint upon each high-boned
+cheek,--nothing daunted by previous failures, leaned forward and putting
+a somewhat soiled finger beneath the child's pretty chin, inquired
+persuasively, "And isn't the darling going to tell its Norma its name?"
+
+Miss Bonkowski spoke airily and as if delivering a part. But this the
+good ladies forgave, for was not this same Miss Norma the flower that
+shed an odor of distinction over the social blossoming of the whole
+Tenement? Was not Miss Bonkowski a chorus lady at The Garden Opera
+House?
+
+So her audience looked on approvingly while Miss Norma snapped her
+fingers and chirruped to the baby encouragingly. "And what is the
+darling's name?" she repeated.
+
+The little one, her pitiful sobbing momentarily arrested, regarded Miss
+Bonkowski with grave wonder. "Didn't a know I are Angel?" she returned
+in egotistical surprise.
+
+"Sure an' it's the truth she's spakin', fer it's the picter of an angel
+she is," cried Mrs. O'Malligan, she of the first-floor front, who added
+a tidy sum to her husband's earnings by taking in washing, and in
+consequence of the size of these united incomes, no less than that of
+her big heart, was regarded with much respect by the Tenement, "just
+look at the swate face of her, would ye, an' the loikes of her illegant
+gown!"
+
+"Won't it tell its Norma where it came from? Who brought the dearie here
+and left it in the naughty room? Tell its Norma," continued Miss
+Bonkowski, on her knees upon the bare and dirty floor, and eyeing the
+dainty embroidery and examining the quality of the fine white dress
+while she coaxed.
+
+"Yosie brought Angel--" the child began, then as if the full realization
+of the strangeness of it all returned at mention of that familiar name,
+the baby turned her back on Norma and pulling at Mary Carew's dress
+imperatively, gazed up into that lady's thin, sharp face, "Angel wants
+her mamma,--take Angel to her mamma," she commanded, even while her baby
+chin was quivering and the big eyes winking to keep back the tears.
+
+"Sure an' it shall go to its mammy," returned Mrs O'Malligan soothingly,
+"an' whir was it ye left her, me Angel?"
+
+"Yes, tell its Norma where it left its mamma," murmured Miss Bonkowski
+coaxingly.
+
+"Yosie bring Angel way a way," explained the baby obediently. "Yosie say
+Angel be a good girl and her come yite back. Where Yosie,--Angel wants
+Yosie to come now," and the plaintive little voice broke into a sob, as
+the child looked from one to the other of the circle beseechingly.
+
+The ladies exchanged pitying glances while the persevering Miss Norma
+rattled an empty spool in a tin cup violently to distract the baby's
+thoughts. "And how old is Angel?" she continued.
+
+Again the tears were checked, while the grave, disapproving surprise
+which Miss Bonkowski's ignorance seemed to call forth, once more
+overspread the small face, "Didn't a know her are three?" she returned
+reprovingly, reaching for the improvised and alluring plaything.
+
+"Yes, yes," murmured Miss Bonkowski apologetically, "Angel is three
+years old, of course, a great, big girl."
+
+"A gwate, big girl," repeated the baby, nodding her pretty head
+approvingly, "that what Yosie say," then with abrupt change of tone,
+"where her breakfast, her wants her milk!"
+
+"An' she shall have it, sure," cried Mrs. O'Malligan promptly, and
+retired out the door with heavy haste, while Miss Bonkowski hospitably
+turned to bring forth what the apartment could boast in the way of
+breakfast.
+
+Meanwhile the other ladies withdrew to the one window of the small room
+to discuss the situation.
+
+"That's it, I'm sure," one was saying, while she twisted up her back
+hair afresh, "for my man, he says he saw a woman pass our door yesterday
+afternoon, kinder late, an' go on up steps with a young 'un in her arms.
+He never seen her come back, he says, but Mis' Tomlin here, she says,
+she seen a woman dressed nice, come down afterwards seemin' in a hurry,
+but she didn't have no child, didn't you say, Mis' Tomlin?"
+
+Thus appealed to, timid little Mrs. Tomlin shifted her wan-faced,
+fretting baby from one arm to the other and asserted the statement to be
+quite true.
+
+"An'ther case of desartion," pronounced Mrs. O'Malligan, having
+returned meanwhile with a cup filled with a thin blue liquid known to
+the Tenement as _milk_, "a plain case of desartion, an' whut's to be
+done about it, I niver can say!"
+
+"Done!" cried Miss Bonkowski, on her knees before Mary and the child,
+crumbling some bread into the milk, "and what are the police for but
+just such cases?"
+
+The other ladies glanced apprehensively at Mrs. O'Malligan, that lady's
+bitter hatred of these guardians of the public welfare being well known,
+since that day when three small O'Malligans were taken in the act of
+relieving a passing Italian gentleman of a part of his stock of bananas.
+Mrs. O'Malligan had paid their fines in the City Court, had thrashed
+them around as many times as her hot Irish temper had rekindled at the
+memory, but had never forgiven the police for the disgrace to the family
+of O'Malligan. And being the well-to-do personage of The Tenement, it
+should be remarked that Mrs. O'Malligan's sentiments were generally
+deferred to, if not always echoed by her neighbors.
+
+"An' is it the polace ye'd be a-callin' in?" she burst forth volubly,
+reproach and indignation written upon the round red face she turned upon
+Miss Norma, "the polace? An' would ye be turnin' over the darlin' to the
+loikes of thim, to be locked up along with thaves an' murtherers afore
+night?" And, as a chorus of assenting murmurs greeted her, with her
+broad, flat foot thrust forward and hands upon her ample hips, Mrs.
+O'Malligan hurried on.
+
+"The polace is it ye say? An' who but these same polace, I ask ye, was
+it, gettin' this Tiniment,--as has always held it's head up
+respectable,--a-gettin' this Tiniment in the noospapers last winter
+along of that case of small-pox, an' puttin' a yellow flag out, an
+afther that nobody a-willin' to give me their washin', an Miss C'rew
+here as could get no pants to make, an' yerself, Miss Norma, darlint,
+an' no disrespect to you a-spakin' out so bold, a-layin' idle because of
+no thayater a-willin' to have ye. An' wasn't it thim same polace
+crathurs, too, I'm askin' ye, as took our rainwather cistern away along
+of the fevers breakin' out, they made bold to say, the desaivin'
+crathers,--an' me a-niver havin' me washin' white a-since, for ye'll
+aisy see why, usin' the muddy wather as comes from that hydranth
+yirselves!"
+
+Mrs. O'Malligan glanced around triumphantly, shook her head and hurried
+on. "An' agin, there's little Joey. Who was it but the polace as come
+arristin' the feyther of the boy for batin' of his own wife, and him
+sint up for a year, an' she a-dyin' along of bein' weakly an' nobody to
+support her, an' Joey left in this very Tiniment an orphan child! Don't
+ye be a-callin' in no polace for the loikes of this swate angel choild,
+Miss Norma darlint, don't ye be doin' it! An' the most of thim once
+foine Irish gintlemen, bad luck to the loikes of thim!"
+
+Mrs. O'Malligan paused,--she was obliged to,--for breath, whereupon Miss
+Bonkowski very amiably hastened to declare she meant no harm, having
+absolutely no knowledge of the class whatever, "except," with arch
+humor, "as presented on the stage, where, as everybody who had seen them
+there knew, they were harmless enough, goodness knows!" And the airy
+chorus lady shrugged her shoulders and smiled at her own bit of
+pleasantry. "But for the matter of that, I still think something ought
+to be done, and what other means can we find for restoring the lost
+innocent?" and Miss Norma tossed her frizzled blonde head, quite
+enjoying, if the truth be told, the touch of romance about the affair.
+For once she seemed to be meeting, in real life, a situation worthy of
+the boards of The Garden Opera House, in whose stage vernacular a
+missing child was always a "lost innocent." "If we do not call on the
+police, Mrs. O'Malligan, how are we to ever find the child's mother?"
+
+Here Mary Carew looked up, and there was something like a metallic click
+about Mary's hard, dry tones as she spoke, for the years she had spent
+in making jeans pantaloons at one dollar and a half a dozen had not been
+calculated to sweeten her tones to mellowness, nor to induce her to
+regard human nature with charity.
+
+"Don't you understand?" she said bluntly, "all the huntin' in the world
+ain't goin' to find a mother what don't mean to be found?"
+
+"But what makes you so sure she don't?" persisted Miss Bonkowski,
+letting the child take possession of spoon and cup, and quite revelling
+in the further touch of the dramatic developing in the situation.
+
+Unconsciously Mary pressed the child to her as she spoke. "It's as plain
+as everything else that's wrong and hard in this world," she said, and
+each word clicked itself off with metallic sharpness and decision, "the
+mother brought the child here late yesterday, waited until it was asleep
+in the room over there, then went off and left it. Why she chose this
+here particular Tenement we don't know and likely never will, though I
+ain't no doubt myself there's a reason. It ain't a pretty story or easy
+to understand but it's common enough, and you'll find that mother never
+means to be found, an' in as big a city as this 'n', tain't no use to
+try."
+
+"I will not--cannot--believe it," murmured Norma--in her best stage
+tones. Then she turned again to the child. "And how did it come here,
+dearie? Has baby a papa--where is baby's papa?"
+
+The little one rattled the tin spoon around the sides of the cup. "Papa
+bye," she returned chasing a solitary crumb intently. "Yosie sick,
+mamma sick, Tante sick, but Angel, her ain't sick when she come way a
+way on--on--" a worried look flitted over the flushed little face, and
+she looked up at Norma expectantly as if expecting her to supply the
+missing word, "on,--Angel come way a way on--_vaisseau_--" at last with
+baby glee she brought the word forth triumphantly, "Papa bye and Angel
+and mamma and Tante and Yosie come way a way on _vaisseau_!"
+
+"You see," said Mary Carew, looking at Norma, and the others shook their
+heads sadly.
+
+Miss Bonkowski accepted the situation. "Though what a vasso is, or a
+tante either, is beyond me to say," she murmured.
+
+"But what is goin' to be done with her, then?" ventured little Mrs.
+Tomlin, holding her own baby closer as she spoke.
+
+There was a pause which nobody seemed to care to break, during which
+more than one of the women saw the child on Mary's knee through dim eyes
+which turned the golden hair into a halo of dazzling brightness. Then
+Norma got up and began to clear away the remains of breakfast and to
+clatter the crockery from stove and table together for washing, while
+Mary Carew, avoiding the others' glances, busied herself by awkwardly
+wiping the child's mouth and chin with a corner of her own faded cotton
+dress.
+
+Submitting as if the process was a matter of course, the baby gazed
+meanwhile into Mary's colorless, bony and unlovely face. Perhaps the
+childish eyes found something behind its hardness not visible to older
+and less divining insight, for one soft hand forthwith stole up to the
+hollow cheek, while the other pulled at the worn sleeve for attention.
+"What a name?" the clear little voice lisped inquiringly.
+
+Poor Mary looked embarrassed, but awkwardly lent herself to the caress
+as if, in spite of her shamefacedness, she found it not unpleasant.
+
+The baby's eyes regarded her with sad surprise. "A got no name,
+poor--poor--a got no name," then she broke forth, and as if quite
+overcome with the mournfulness of Mary's condition, the little head
+burrowed back into the hollow of the supporting arm, that she might the
+better gaze up and study the face of this object for pity and wonder.
+
+Poor Mary Carew--would that some one of the hundreds of un-mothered and
+unloved little ones in the great city had but found it out sooner--her
+starved heart had been hungering all her life, and now her arms closed
+about the child.
+
+"I reckon I'll keep her till somebody comes for her," she said with a
+kind of defiance, as if ashamed of her own weakness, "it'll only mean,"
+with a grim touch of humor in her voice, "it'll only mean a few more
+jean pantaloons a week to make any how."
+
+"We'll share her keep between us alike, Mary Carew," declared Norma,
+haughtily, with a real, not an affected toss, of the frizzed head now,
+"what is your charge, is mine too, I'd have you know!"
+
+"Sure, an' we'll all do a part for the name of the house," said Mrs.
+O'Malligan, "an' be proud." And the other ladies agreeing to this more
+or less warmly, the matter was considered as settled.
+
+"An' as them as left her know where she is," said Mary Carew, the click
+quite decided again in her tones, "if they want her, they know where to
+come and get her--but--you hear to what I say, Norma, they'll never
+come!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+THE ENTERTAINERS OF THE ANGEL.
+
+
+It was one thing for the good ladies of the Tenement to settle the
+matter thus, but another entirely for the high-spirited, passionate
+little stranger,--bearing every mark of refined birth and good breeding
+in her finely-marked features, her straight, slim white body, her
+slender hands and feet, her dainty ways and fearless bearing,--to adapt
+herself to the situation. The first excitement over, her terror and
+fright returned, and the cry went up unceasingly in lisping English
+interspersed with words utterly unintelligible to the two distracted
+ladies, begging to be taken to that mother of whom Mary Carew
+entertained so poor an opinion.
+
+It was in vain that good woman, with a tenderness and patience quite at
+variance with her harsh tones, rocked, petted, coaxed and tried to
+satisfy with vague promises of "to-morrow." In vain did Norma, no less
+earnestly now that the touch of romance had faded into grim
+responsibility, whistle and sing and snap her fingers, the terror was
+too real, the sense of loss too poignant, the baby heart refused to be
+comforted, and it was only when exhaustion came that the child would
+moan herself to sleep in Mary's arms.
+
+So passed several days, the baby drooping and pining, but clinging to
+Mary through it all, with a persistency which, while it won her heart
+entirely, sadly interfered with the progress of jean pantaloons.
+
+As for the more material Norma, whose time, free from the requirements
+of her profession, had hitherto been largely given to reshaping her old
+garments in imitations of the ever-changing fashions, finding that the
+baby clung to Mary, she bore no malice, but good-naturedly turned her
+skill toward making the poor accommodations of their room meet the needs
+of the occasion, and in addition appointed herself maid to her small
+ladyship. And an arduous task it ultimately proved, for, as the child
+gradually became reconciled and began to play about, a dozen times a day
+a little pair of hands were stretched toward Norma and a sweet, tearful
+voice proclaimed in accents of anguished grief, "Angel's hands so-o-o
+dirty!"--which indeed they were each time, her surroundings being of
+that nature which rubbed off at every touch.
+
+Indeed so pronounced was the new inmate's dislike to dirt, that Mary,
+sensitive to criticism, took to rising betimes these hot mornings and
+making the stuffy room sweet with cleanliness. Not so easy a task as one
+might imagine either, in an apartment which combined kitchen, laundry,
+bedroom, dining-room and the other conveniences common to housekeeping
+in a 12 x 15 space, as evidenced by the presence of a stove, a table
+with a tub concealed beneath, a machine, a bed, a washstand, two chairs,
+and a gayly decorated bureau, Norma's especial property, set forth with
+bottles of perfumery, a satin pin-cushion and a bunch of artificial
+flowers in a vase. And in putting the room thus to rights, when it is
+considered that every drop of water used upon floor, table or window,
+had to be carried up four flights of stairs, the sincerity of Mary's
+conversion to the angelic way of regarding things cannot be doubted.
+
+Nor, if Mary's word can be taken, were these efforts wasted upon her
+little ladyship, who, awakened by the bustle on the very first occasion
+of Mary's crusade against the general disorder, sat up in the crib
+donated by Mrs. O'Malligan,--the last of the O'Malligans being now in
+trousers,--and hung over the side with every mark of approving interest.
+And happy with something to love and an object to work for, Mary
+continued to scrub on with a heart strangely light. "And I couldn't
+slight the corners if I wanted to," she told her neighbors, "with them
+great solemn eyes a-watchin' an' a-follerin' me."
+
+It was on a morning following one of these general upheavals and
+straightenings that the three sat down to breakfast, the two ladies
+feeling unwontedly virtuous and elegant by reason of their clean
+surroundings. The Angel seeming brighter and more willing to leave
+Mary's side, Norma put her into one of their two chairs, and herself
+sat on the bed. But no sooner had the baby grabbed her cracked mug than
+her smooth forehead began to pucker, and, setting it down again, she
+regarded Norma earnestly. "Didn't a ought to _say_ something?" she
+demanded, and her eyes grew dark with puzzled questioning.
+
+"And what should you say, darling?" returned Norma, leaning over to
+crumble some bread into the milk which a little judicious pinching in
+other directions made possible for the child.
+
+The baby studied her bread and milk intently. "Jesus"--she lisped, then
+hesitated, and her worried eyes sought Norma's again,--"Jesus"--then
+with a sudden joyful burst of inspiration, "Amen," she cried and seized
+her mug triumphantly.
+
+"It's a blessing she is asking," said Norma with tears in her eyes, "I
+know, for I've seen it done on the stage, though what with the food
+being pasteboard cakes and colored plaster fruit, I never took much
+stock in it before," and she laughed somewhat unsteadily.
+
+"Bread and butter, come to supper," sang the baby with sudden glee,
+"that what Tante says.--Where Angel's Tante?" and with the recollection
+her face changed, and the pretty pointed chin began to quiver. A moment
+of indecision, and she slipped down from her chair. "Kiss Angel bye,"
+she commanded, tugging at Mary's skirts, "her goin' to Tante," the
+little face fierce with determination, every curl bobbing with the
+emphatic nods of the little head, "kiss her bye, C'rew," and the wild
+sobs began again.
+
+So passed a week, but, for all the added care and responsibility, the
+longer this wayward, imperious little creature, with the hundred moods
+for every hour, was hers, the less was Mary Carew disposed to consider
+the possibility of any one coming to claim her. Not so with the
+blonde-tressed chorus lady, who combined more of worldly wisdom with her
+no less kindly heart. Patiently she tried to win the child's further
+confidence, to stimulate the baby memory, to unravel the lisped
+statements. But it was in vain. Smiles indeed, she won at length,
+through tears, and little sad returns to her playful sallies, but the
+little one's words were too few, her ideas too confused, for Norma to
+learn anything definite from her lispings.
+
+But Norma was not satisfied. "My heart misgives me," she murmured in the
+tragic accents she so loved to assume,--one evening as she pinned on her
+cheap and showy lace hat and adjusted its wealth of flowers, preparatory
+to starting to the Garden Opera House, "my heart misgives me. It seems
+to me it is our duty, Mary, to do something about this,--to report
+it--somehow,--somewhere"--she ended vaguely. "Hadn't I better speak to a
+policeman after all?"
+
+Mary Carew drew the child,--drowsing in her arms,--to her quickly. "No,"
+she said, and her thin, bony face looked almost fierce, "no, for if you
+did and they couldn't find her people, which you know as well as I do
+they couldn't, do you s'pose they'd give her back to us? They'd put her
+in a refuge or 'sylum, that's what they'd do, where, while maybe she'd
+have more to eat, she'd be enough worse off, a-starvin' for a motherin'
+word!"
+
+Miss Bonkowski, abashed at Mary's fierce attack, made an attempt to
+speak, but Mary, vehemently interrupting, hurried on: "I know whereas I
+speak, Norma Bonkowski, I know, I know. I've gone through it all myself.
+I ain't never told you," and the knobby face burned a dull red, "I was
+county poor, where I come from in the state, an' sent to th' poor-house
+at four years old, myself, and I know, Norma, the miseries whereas I
+speak of. And the Lord helpin' me," with grim solemnity, "an' since He
+sent you here huntin' a room, an' since He helped me get the machine,
+hard to run as it is, somehow I'm believin' more He's the Lord of us
+poor folks too,--an' Him a-helpin' me to turn out one more pair of pants
+a day, I'll never be the means of puttin' no child in a refuge no-how
+an' no time. An' there it is, how I feel about it!"
+
+Miss Bonkowski turned from a partial view of herself such as the
+abbreviated glass to her bureau afforded. "Well," she said amiably,
+"coming as I did from across the ocean as a child," and she nodded her
+head in the supposed direction of the Atlantic, "and, until late years,
+always enjoying a good home, what with father getting steady work as a
+scene-painter, as I've told you often, and me going on in the chorus
+off and on, and having my own bit of money, I don't really know about
+the asylums in this country. But I have heard say they are so fine,
+people ain't against deserting their children just to get 'em in such
+places knowin' they'll be educated better'n they can do themselves."
+
+Mary's pale eyes blazed. "Do you mean, Norma Bonkowski," she demanded
+angrily, "that you'd rather she should go?"
+
+Miss Bonkowski shrugged her shoulders somewhat haughtily. "How you do
+talk, Mary! You know I don't,--but neither do I believe she is any
+deserted child, and it's worrying me constant, what we ought to do. Poor
+as I am, and what with father dying and the manager cutting my salary as
+I get older,--I'll admit it to you, Mary, though I wouldn't have him
+know I'm having another birthday to-day--" with a laugh and a shrug,
+"why, as I say, I am pretty poor, but every cent I've got is yours and
+the child's, and you know it, Mary Carew," and the good-hearted
+chorus-lady, with a reproachful backward glance at her room-mate,
+flounced out the door, leaving the re-assured Mary to sew, by the light
+of an ill-smelling lamp, until her return from the theatre near
+midnight.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+INTRODUCES THE LITTLE MAJOR.
+
+
+While the fine, embroidered dress in which the Angel had made her
+appearance was all Mrs. O'Malligan had claimed it as to daintiness and
+quality, after a few days' wear, its daintiness gave place to dirt, its
+quality thinned to holes.
+
+Upon this the Tenement was called into consultation. The Angel must be
+clothed, but what, even from its cosmopolitan wardrobe, could the house
+produce suitable for angelic wear? Many lands indeed were represented by
+the inmates who now called its shelter home, but none from that country
+where Angels are supposed to have their being.
+
+"On my word," quoth Miss Bonkowski to the ladies gathered in the room at
+her bidding, and Miss Norma gave an eloquent shrug and elevated her
+blackened eyebrows as she spoke, "on my word I believe her little heart
+would break if she had to stay in dirty, ragged clothes very long. Such
+a darling for being washed and curled, such a precious for always
+cleaning up! It makes me sure she must be different,"--Miss Norma was
+airy but she was also humble, recognizing perhaps her own inherent
+shrinking from too frequent an application of soap and water--"she's
+something different, born and bred, from such as me!"
+
+But at this the ladies murmured. Miss Bonkowski had been their pride,
+their boast, nor did their allegiance falter now, even in the face of
+the Angel's claims to superiority.
+
+Miss Bonkowski was not ungrateful for this expression of loyalty, which
+she acknowledged with a smile, as she tightened the buckle on the very
+high-heeled and coquettish slipper she was rejuvenating, but she
+protested, nevertheless, that all this did not alter the fact that the
+Angel must be clothed.
+
+"As fer th' dirt," said the energetic Mrs. O'Malligan, on whose ample
+lap the Angel was at that moment sitting in smiling friendliness, "sure
+an' I'll be afther washin' her handful uv clothes ivery wake, meself,
+an' what with them dozens of dresses I'm doin' fer Mrs. Tony's childers
+all th' time, it's surely a few she'd be a-givin' me, whin I tell her
+about th' darlint, an' me a niver askin' fer nothin' at all, along of
+all mine bein' boys. Sure an' I'll be a-beggin' her this very day, I
+will, whin I carry me washin' home."
+
+And Mrs. O'Malligan being as good as her word, and Mrs. Tony
+successfully interviewed, the good Irish lady returned home in triumph
+bearing a large bundle of cast-off garments, and at once summoned the
+Tenement to her apartments.
+
+The first arrived ladies were already giving vent to their appreciation
+of the Tony generosity when Miss Carew and Miss Bonkowski arrived,
+Mary's bony face, in deference to the angelic prejudices now ruling her,
+red and smarting from an energetic application of the same soap as
+ministered to her room's needs, but beaming with a grim pride as she
+bore the radiant Angel, wild with delight at getting out of her narrow
+quarters.
+
+Yielding to the popular voice, though not without reluctance, Mary
+placed her darling in Mrs. O'Malligan's lap, and the process of
+exhibiting and trying on the garments began at once.
+
+For a time her small ladyship yielded graciously, until seeing her
+pretty feet bared that the little stockings and half worn shoes might be
+fitted, she suddenly cast her eyes about the circle of ladies, and won
+by the pretty, dark beauty of young Mrs. Repetto, the Tenement's bride
+of a month's standing, imperiously demanded that lady to take the pink
+toes to market.
+
+Overcome with having the public attention thus drawn upon her, pretty
+Mrs. Repetto in the best Italian-English she could muster, confessed her
+inability to either understand or comply, whereupon the baby, bearing no
+malice in her present high good-humor, proceeded to take them herself.
+
+"This little pig went to market," the angelic accents declared, while
+her ladyship smiled sweetly upon Mrs. Repetto, and Mary Carew
+breathlessly motioned for silence with all the pride of a doting
+parent.
+
+"This little pig stayed home--" the ladies on the outskirts pressed near
+that they too might hear.
+
+"This little pig had bread and cheese," whereupon Mrs. Repetto
+recovering, went down on her knees to be nearer the scene of exploit.
+
+"This little pig had none;" the interest now was breathless, and as the
+last little pig went squeaking home the ladies nearest fell upon the
+darling and covered her with kisses.
+
+"An' it's jus' that smart she is, all the time," declared Mary Carew
+proudly, "an' 'taint like she's showin' off, either, is it, Norma?"
+
+When at last the trying on was over, and the Tony generosity was
+sufficiently enlarged upon, the ladies, as is the way with the best of
+the sex, fell into a mild gossip before separating. And while racy bits
+of Tenement shortcomings were being handed around, the small object of
+this gathering, too young, alas, to know the joys denied her because of
+her limited abilities to understand the nature of the conversation,
+slipped down from Mrs. O'Malligan's lap, and eluding Mary's absent
+hold, proceeded to journey about the room, until reaching the open
+door, she took her way, unobserved, out of the O'Malligan first floor
+front and leaving its glories of red plush furniture and lace curtains
+behind her, forthwith made her way out the hall door into the street.
+
+The hot, garbage-strewn pavements and sunbaked gutters swarmed with the
+sons and daughters of the Tenement. Directly opposite its five-storied
+front was the rear entrance to the Fourth Regiment Armory. And there, at
+that moment, a sad-eyed, swarthy Italian,--swinging his hand-organ down
+on the asphalt pavement in front of the Armory's open doors, was
+beginning to grind out his melodies. And with the first note, children
+came running, from doorstep and curb, from sidewalk and gutter, while,
+at the same moment, in the open door of the Armory appeared a small,
+chubby-cheeked boy, who had upon his head a soldier cap so much too
+large for him as to cover the tips of his ears entirely, and who,
+moreover, wore, buckled about his waist, a belt gay as to trimmings and
+glittering with silver finishings. If the Fourth Regiment boasted a
+Company of Lilliputian Guards here surely was a member.
+
+The Angel, in the Tenement door, was enchanted. How different a world
+from that upstairs room under the roof! She kept step to the music and
+nodded her head to the fascinating little boy in the Armory door. And
+the sharp eyes of that young gentleman had no sooner espied the nodding
+little creature in the doorway opposite, than heels together, head
+erect, up went a quick hand to the military cap. The Angel was being
+saluted, and while her ignorance of the fact prevented her appreciating
+that honor, the friendliness of the little boy was alluring. Down the
+steps she came, her little feet tripping to the measure of the music,
+her skirts outheld, and flitting across the pavement and over the curb,
+she made for the group of children in the street. Cobblestones, however,
+being strange to the baby feet, up those dancing members tripped and
+down the Angel fell, just as a wagon came dashing around the corner of
+the streets.
+
+Out rushed the small boy from the Armory door, and, scattering the crowd
+around the organ, caught the fallen Angel by the arm, and raised his
+hand with an air of authority, as, with a grin, the driver on the wagon
+drew up his horse and surveyed the group, and the sad-eyed Italian,
+recognizing the superior attraction, shouldered his organ and moved on.
+
+"Hello," cried the man on the wagon seeing the child was not hurt, "yer
+can soak me one if it ain't little Joe! Where'd yer git dem togs, kid?
+What'r' yer goin' in fer anyhow, baby perlice?"
+
+The region in the neighborhood of Joey's waist swelled with pride, and
+his chubby face bore a look of wounded dignity. "There ain't no perlice
+about this yere, Bill, it's a sojer I be, see?"
+
+Being pressed by Bill to explain himself, Joey unbent. "Yer see, Bill,
+Dad ain't never showed up fer to git me--seen anything of Dad since he
+got out, Bill?"
+
+Bill nodded.
+
+"What's he up to now?" queried Joey.
+
+"Shovin' the queer," admitted Bill laconically, "nabbed right off an' in
+the cooler waitin' his turn, yer won't be troubled by him fer quite a
+spell, I'll give yer dat fer a pointer, see?"
+
+Joey saw, and for the space of half a second seemed somewhat sobered by
+the intelligence. "I guessed as much," said he, "yer see, after he got
+nabbed first, mammy she--yer didn't know as mammy took an' died, did
+yer, Bill?" and Joey faltered and let the Angel take possession of his
+cap and transfer it to her own curly head while the Tenement children
+applauded with jeering commendation, seeing there was a standing feud
+between Joey and the rest of the juvenile populace over its possession.
+
+"No," Bill allowed, he did not know it, but, seeing that she was always
+ailing, Bill was in no wise surprised.
+
+"An'--an' since then, I'm stayin' over ter th' Arm'ry wid Old G. A. R.
+Yer know him, Bill, Old G. A. R. what takes care of th' Arm'ry. He was
+there afore yer left th' grocery."
+
+Bill remembered the gentleman.
+
+"I stays wid him an' he drills me an' makes me scrub, hully gee, how he
+do make me wash meself, Bill! An' there's one sojer-man, th' Cap'n, he
+give me these togs, he did, an' he tol' Old G. A. R. to lem'me eat along
+wid him over ter Dutchy's Res'traunt," nodding toward a cheap
+eating-house at the corner, "an' he'd stand fer it. They calls me major,
+all of 'em to th' Arm'ry, Bill, see?" and Joey was waxing voluble
+indeed, when he turned to see the mob of jeering children make off up
+the street, his cap in their midst, while the wailing Angel was being
+rescued from under the horse's very hoofs by Mary Carew.
+
+Joey put his spirit of inquiry before even his cap. "Is she er Angel,
+say?" he inquired of Miss Carew, turning his back on Bill without
+ceremony who with a grin and a nod to the group of Tenement ladies at
+the door, drove off, "I heerd yer had er Angel over there, but I didn't
+know as it was straight, what they was givin' me, see?"
+
+"That's what she is, the darling yonder," declared Miss Bonkowski from
+the curbstone, nodding airily, "you've got it straight this time, Joey.
+And if what Peter O'Malligan says about your picking her up just now is
+so, you're welcome to come over some time and play with her."
+
+"Yes, it's true," supplemented Mary Carew, trying to pacify the
+struggling Angel in her arms who, gazing after the children, showed a
+decided inclination to descend to human level and mingle with them of
+earth, "it's true an' that's jus' what she is,--the Angel of this
+Tenement, an', as Norma says, you're free to come over and play with
+her, though there ain't many of you I'd say it to;" and with that the
+tall, gaunt Mary bearing the baby, followed Norma into the house and up
+the narrow, broken stairs, and along the dark halls past door after door
+closed upon its story of squalor and poverty, until, at last, panting
+with the child's weight, she reached their own abode under the roof.
+
+"Which," as Mary had been wont, in the past, to observe, "was about as
+near Heaven as the poor need look to get." But now, for some reason,
+these bitter speeches were growing less frequent on Mary Carew's lips
+since she opened her door to entertain an Angel.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+THE ANGEL BECOMES A FAIRY.
+
+
+July passed, and in August, the heat in the room beneath the roof set
+the air to shimmering like a veil before the open window, and Mary
+Carew, gasping, found it harder and harder to make that extra pair of
+jean pantaloons a day. And, as though the manager at the Garden Opera
+House had divined that Miss Bonkowski had left another birthday behind
+her, like milestones along the way, that lady's salary received a cut on
+the first day of August.
+
+At best, the united incomes of the two made but a meagre sum, and there
+was nothing for it now but to reduce expenses. The rent being one thing
+that was never cut, the result was a scantier allowance of food.
+Moreover, the mortals seeing to it that their heavenly visitant had her
+full craving satisfied, it was small wonder that the bones in Mary's
+face pressed more like knobs than ever against the tight-drawn skin, or
+that the spirits of the airy, hopeful, buoyant Norma flagged. Indeed,
+had not the warm-hearted, loving little creature, repaid them with quick
+devotion, filling their meagre lives with new interests and affections,
+despair or worse--regret for their generous impulse--must now have
+seized their hearts.
+
+Invitations, too, grew rare, from the other ladies of the Tenement,
+bidding the little stranger whose simple friendliness and baby dignity
+had won them all, to dine or to sup, for hard times had fallen upon them
+also. A strike at a neighboring foundry, the shutting down of the great
+rolling-mill by the river had sent their husbands home for a summer
+vacation, with, unfortunately, no provision for wages, a state of
+affairs forbidding even angels' visits, when the angel possessed so
+human a craving for bread.
+
+Even Mrs. O'Malligan, whose chief patron, Mrs. Tony, together with her
+children and their dozens of dresses, had gone for a summer outing, had
+no more on her table than her own family could dispose of.
+
+But the Angel,--"'Eaving bless her," as Mrs. Tomlin was wont to observe
+when the Angel, coming to see the baby, would stand with grave wonder,
+touching the pallid little cheek with a rosy finger to make the baby
+smile,--the Angel noted nothing of all this. Even the memory of
+"_Mamma_" was fading, and Mary, Norma, the Tenement, the friendly
+children swarming staircase and doorway, were fast becoming her small
+world.
+
+With instinct born of her profession, the chorus-lady had long ago
+recognized the wonderful grace and buoyancy of the child's every
+movement, and to her surprise found that the baby had quite a knowledge
+of dancing.
+
+"Who taught you how, my precious?" she would ask, when the child, as if
+from the very love of motion, would catch and spread her skirts, and,
+with pointed toe, trip about the room, "tell your Norma who taught the
+darling how to dance?"
+
+The baby glancing over her shoulder, with the little frown of
+displeasure that always greeted such ignorance on Norma's part, had but
+one reply: "Tante," she would declare, and continue her measured walk
+about the floor. So, for pastime, Norma began teaching her the figures
+of a dance then on the boards at the Opera House, to which her little
+ladyship lent herself with readiness. The motions, sometimes approaching
+the grotesque in the lean and elderly chorus-lady as she bobbed about
+the limited space, courtesying, twirling, pirouetting, her blonde hair
+done up in kids,--herself in the abbreviated toilet of pink calico sack
+and petticoat reserved for home hours, changed to unconscious grace and
+innocent abandon in the light, clean-limbed child, who learned with
+quickness akin to instinct, and who seemed to follow Norma's movements
+almost before they were completed.
+
+"It is wonderful--amazing!" Miss Bonkowski would exclaim, pausing for
+breath, "it is _genius_," and her voice would pause and fall reverently
+before the words, and the lesson would be resumed with greater
+enthusiasm than before.
+
+But many were the days when, Norma away at rehearsal and Mary Carew,
+hot, tired, alas, even cross,--totally irresponsive to anything but the
+stitching of jean pantaloons,--the Angel would grow tired of the stuffy
+room and long for the forbidden dangers and delights of Tenement
+sidewalks. Then, often, with nothing else to do, she would catch up her
+tiny skirts and whirl herself into the dance Norma had taught her, in
+and out among the furniture crowding the room, humming little broken
+snatches of music for herself, bending, swaying, her bright eyes full of
+laughter as they met Mary's tired ones, her curls bobbing, until
+breathless, hot and weary she would drop on the floor and fall asleep,
+her head pillowed on her soft dimpled arm.
+
+But on one of these long, hot mornings when the heat seemed to stream in
+as from a furnace at the window and even the flies buzzed languidly, the
+Angel was seized with another idea for passing time. Her vocabulary of
+Tenement vernacular was growing too, and she chattered unceasingly.
+
+"C'rew, didn't a fink Angel might go find her mamma?" she demanded on
+this particular morning.
+
+"To-morrow," said C'rew, and the click in her tired voice sounded even
+above the whirring of the heavy machine, for C'rew's head ached and her
+back ached, and possibly her heart ached too, for herself and Norma and
+the child and poor people in one-windowed tenement rooms in general.
+
+"Didn't a fink she might go play with little Joey?"
+
+"No," said Mary decidedly, and she leaned back wearily and pushed her
+thin, colorless hair off her hot, throbbing temples, "no, you played
+down on the pavement with Joey an' th' rest yesterday, an the sun made
+you sick. But," with haste to avert the cloud lowering over the baby
+face, "if you'll be real good an' not worry her, you can go down an' see
+Mrs. O'Malligan."
+
+Fair weather prevailed again on the pretty face, and at Mary's word the
+Angel was at the open door, tugging at the chair placed crossways to
+keep her from venturing out unobserved, and with a sigh and a guilty
+look at the pile of unfinished work, Mary rose and carried her down to
+the good Irish lady's door, and, with a word, hurried back.
+
+Mrs. O'Malligan, big, beaming and red, smiled a moist but hearty welcome
+from over her tubs toward the little figure in the faded gingham
+standing shyly in the open doorway. "An' it's proud to see ye I am, me
+Angel," she declared, "though there's never a childer in call to be
+playin' wid ye."
+
+But the Angel, nothing daunted, smiled back in turn, and climbed into a
+chair, and the two forthwith fell into friendly conversation, though it
+is doubtful if either understood one-half of what the other was talking
+about.
+
+Presently Mrs. O'Malligan, with many apologies, went out into the back
+court to hang out the last of the family wash, and on her return,
+stopping short in the doorway, her jolly red face spread into a
+responsive smile. "The saints presarve us," she cried, "would ye look at
+the child?" for in the tub of blue rinsing water sat the gleeful Angel,
+water trickling from her yellow hair and from every stitch of clothing,
+while her evident enjoyment of the cool situation found a response in
+Mrs. O'Malligan's kind and indulgent heart.
+
+"Angel take a baf," was the smiling though superfluous explanation
+which came from the infant Undine.
+
+"An' it's right ye are," laughed Mrs. O'Malligan, "an' sure I'll be
+afther givin' ye a rale wan meself," and filling an empty tub with clean
+water, the brisk lady soon had the baby stripped to her firm, white skin
+and standing in the tub.
+
+And what with the splashings of the naughty feet, and the wicked tumbles
+into the soap-suds every time the mischievous little body was rinsed,
+and Mrs. O'Malligan's "Whist, be aisy," and "It's a tormentin' darlint
+ye are," they heard nothing of the knocks at the door or the calls, nor
+knew that Miss Bonkowski, in street dress and hat, had entered, until
+she stood beside them with an armful of clean clothes.
+
+"Was there ever such luck," she cried excitedly, "to find her all washed
+and just ready! Mary said she was here, and so I just brought her clean
+clothes down with me to save a trip back upstairs. Wipe her quickly,
+please," and with hands and tongue going, Miss Norma explained that one
+of the children in the juvenile dance on the boards at The Garden Opera
+House had been suddenly taken ill, and a matinee advertised for the next
+day.
+
+"And it happens lucky enough," she went on, addressing the ladies who,
+catching wind of the excitement, had speedily gathered about the
+doorway, "it just happens I have been teaching her this very dance, and
+if she don't get frightened, I believe she will be able to take the
+place."
+
+So saying, Miss Bonkowski gave a pull out and a last finishing pat to
+the strings of the embroidered muslin bonnet the child had worn on her
+first appearance, and taking her, clean, dainty, smiling and expectant,
+into her arms, Miss Norma plunged out of the comparative coolness of the
+Tenement hallway into the glare of the August sun.
+
+But all this while the little brain was at work. "Goin' to Angel's
+mamma,--her goin' to her mamma," suddenly the child broke forth as Norma
+hurried along the hot streets, and the little hand beat a gleeful tattoo
+as it rested on Norma's shoulder.
+
+Norma paused on the crowded sidewalk, to take breath beneath the shade
+of a friendly awning. "Not to-day, my angel," she panted, "to-day your
+Norma is going to take her precious where there are ever so many nice
+little girls for her to dance with."
+
+"Angel likes to dance with little girls, Norma," admitted the baby,
+while Norma made ready to thread her way across the street through the
+press of vehicles.
+
+"I'll not say one word to her about being frightened," reflected the
+wise chorus lady, "and she's such an eager little darling, thinking of
+other things and trying to do her best, maybe she won't think of it. If
+she can only keep the place while that child is sick,--what a help the
+money would be!"--and the usually hopeful Norma sighed as she hurried in
+the side entrance of the handsome stone building known to the public as
+The Garden Opera House.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+The next afternoon, at The Garden Opera House, as the bell rang for the
+curtain to rise, Mary Carew, in best attire of worn black dress and
+cheap straw hat, was putting the Angel into the absent fairy's cast-off
+shell, which consisted of much white tarlatan as to skirts and much
+silver tinsel as to waist, with a pair of wonderful gauzy wings at sight
+of which the Angel was enraptured.
+
+Miss Bonkowski being, as she expressed it, "on in the first scene," Mary
+Carew had been obliged to forsake jean pantaloons for the time being and
+come to take charge of the child, who in her earnest, quick,
+enthusiastic little fashion had done her part and gone through the
+rehearsal better even than the sanguine Norma had hoped, and after
+considerable drilling had satisfied the authorities that she could fill
+the vacancy.
+
+As for the Angel, in her friendly fashion she had enjoyed herself
+hugely, accepting the homage of the other children like a small queen,
+graciously permitting herself to be enthused over by the various ladies
+who, like Norma, constituted "the chorus," and carrying home numerous
+offerings, from an indigestible wad of candy known as "an
+all-day-sucker," given her by her fairy-partner, to a silver quarter
+given her by the blonde and handsome tenor.
+
+"She is the most fascinating little creature I ever met in my life,"
+the prima donna had cried to the excited Miss Bonkowski, who had never
+been addressed by that great personage before,--"did you ever see such
+heavenly eyes,--not blue--violet--and such a smile--like the sun through
+tears! Who is she,--where did she come from? Such grace,--such poise!"
+
+The Angel's story was recited to quite an audience, in Miss Bonkowski's
+most dramatic manner. But long before the chorus lady had finished, the
+great singer, lending but a wandering attention after the few facts were
+gathered, had coaxed the child into her silken lap, and with the mother
+touch which lies in every real woman's fingers from doll-baby days
+upward, was fondling and re-touching the rings of shining hair, and,
+with the mother-notes which a child within one's arms brings into every
+womanly woman's voice, was cooing broken endearments into the little
+ear.
+
+Meanwhile the Angel gazed into the beautiful face with the calm and
+critical eyes of childhood. But what she saw there must have satisfied,
+for, with a sigh of content, she finally settled back against the
+encircling arm. "Pretty lady," was her candid comment. "Angel loves
+her."
+
+Flattered and praised as she had been, it is doubtful if the great
+singer had ever received a tribute to her charms that pleased her more.
+"Bring her to my room to-morrow to dress her," she said to Miss
+Bonkowski in soft, winning tones that were nevertheless a command,
+unpinning the two long-stemmed roses she wore and putting them in the
+baby fingers, "and bring her early, mind!" And so it was that Mary
+Carew, nervous and awkward, was there now, doing her best to dress the
+excited little creature, whom nothing could keep still a second at a
+time.
+
+"Thank you, ma'am," Mary managed to breathe as the great personage,
+turning the full radiance of her beauty upon the bewildered seamstress,
+took the necklace of flashing jewels from her maid's fingers and bade
+her help Mary.
+
+The great lady laughed. "You're nervous, aren't you?" she said
+good-humoredly, too human not to be pleased at this unconscious tribute
+on Mary's part.
+
+"If the child can only do it right, ma'am," said Mary, in a voice she
+hardly knew for her own, overcome this by graciousness no less than by
+the splendor.
+
+"Right," said the lady, clasping a bracelet upon her round, white arm,
+and settling her trailing draperies preparatory to going on, "right! Of
+course she will, who ever heard of an Angel going wrong!" and laughing
+she sailed away.
+
+"Now," cried Miss Bonkowski, rushing in a little later, "give her to me,
+quick, Mary! If you stand right here in the wings you can see nicely,"
+and the excited lady, wonderful as to her blonde befrizzlement, gorgeous
+as to pink skirt, blue bodice and not the most cleanly of white waists,
+bore the Angel, like a rosebud in a mist of gauze, away.
+
+Left alone amid the bustle and confusion Mary stood where Norma had
+directed, gazing out upon the stage like one in a dream. Never in all
+her colorless life had she been in the midst of such bewildering
+splendors before. Was it any wonder that Norma Bonkowski was different
+from the rest of the Tenement when she shared such scenes daily?
+
+Still further dazed by the music and the glimpses she could catch of the
+brilliantly lighted house, Mary held her breath and clasped her hands as
+she gazed out on the stage where, across the soft green, from among the
+forest trees, into the twilighted opening, glided the fairies; waving
+their little arms, tripping slowly as if half-poised for flight,
+listening, bending, swaying, whirling, faster, swifter, they broke into
+"The Grand Spectacular Ballet of the Fairies," as the advertisements of
+the opera phrased it. Faster, swifter still, noiselessly they spun,
+here, there, in, out, in bewildering maze until, as the red and yellow
+lights cast upon the stage changed into green, their footsteps
+slackened, faltered, their heads, like tired flowers, drooped, and each
+on its mossy bank of green,--the fairies sank to sleep.
+
+All? All but one; one was left, in whose baby mind was fixed an
+unfaltering supposition that she must dance, as she had done alone, over
+and over again at the rehearsals for her tiny benefit, until the music
+stopped. So, while Norma Bonkowski wrung her hands and the stage
+manager swore, and all behind the scenes was confusion and dismay, the
+Angel danced on.
+
+The prima donna whose place it now was, as the forsaken princess, lost
+in the forest, to happen upon the band of sleeping fairies, waited at
+her entrance, watching the child as, catching and spreading her fan-like
+skirts of gauze, she bent, swayed, flitted to and fro, her eyes big and
+earnest with intentness to duty, her yellow hair flying, all
+unconscious, in the fierce glare of the colored lights, of the sea of
+faces in the house before her.
+
+With a sudden flash of intuition Norma Bonkowski flew to the manager.
+"Stop the music, make them stop," she begged.
+
+He glared at her savagely, but nevertheless communicated the order to
+the orchestra, and as the music waned to a mere wailing of the violin,
+the little dancer, rosy, hot, tired, whirled slower, slower,--then sank
+on her bed of green, and like her companions feigned sleep with the
+cunning pretence of childhood.
+
+But not even then could the prima donna make her appearance, for, in the
+storm of applause which followed, the revived efforts of the orchestra
+were drowned.
+
+The face of the manager broadened into smiles, Norma Bonkowski fell
+against Mary Carew with tears of relief, and the prima donna with
+good-natured readiness stepped upon the stage, lifted the now frightened
+child who, at the noise, had sprung up in alarm, and carried her out to
+the footlights, the other children peeping, but too well drilled, poor
+dears, to otherwise stir. The audience paused.
+
+"Wave bye-bye to the little girl over there," whispered the prima donna
+with womanly readiness, nodding toward the nearest box, filled with
+children eagerly enjoying "The Children's Opera of the Princess Blondina
+and the Fairies."
+
+Though frightened and ready to cry, the Angel waved her hand obediently,
+and the prima donna, nodding and smiling in the unaffected fashion which
+was half her own charm, carried the child off the stage amid applause as
+enthusiastic as she herself was used to receiving.
+
+It had all taken place in a very few minutes, but as the smiling singer
+said, handing the Angel over to the manager, even in those few moments,
+"She has made the hit of the season," then, turning, re-entered the
+stage, her voice, with its clear bell-like tones, filling the house with
+the song, "Blondina Awakening The Fairies."
+
+Nor did it end with this, for the Angel was forthwith engaged, at what
+seemed to Norma and Mary a fabulous price, to repeat her solo dance at
+every Wednesday and Saturday matinee during the further run of the
+opera.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+THE ANGEL RESCUES MR. TOMLIN.
+
+
+It was on the afternoon that Mary carried back her week's completed work
+that Norma, receiving an unexpected summons to the Opera House, was
+obliged, though with many misgivings, to leave the Angel in the charge
+of Joey. "But what else could I do," she reasoned afterward, "with Mrs.
+O'Malligan out and Mrs. Tomlin sick, and nobody else willing, it
+appeared, to see to her?"
+
+True, she had cautioned Joey, over and over again about keeping the
+child away from the window, and about staying right in the room until
+her return; but, notwithstanding, Norma could hardly have gotten to the
+corner before Joey, promptly forgetting his promise, and finding the
+room a dull playground, was enticing his charge into the hall and
+straightway down the stairs.
+
+At the bottom of the second flight, the two children came upon Mr.
+Tomlin entertaining two gentlemen callers. Only the week before, the
+Tenement had been called upon to mourn with the Tomlins, whose baby had
+been carried away in a little coffin after the fashion of tenement
+babies when the thermometer climbs up the scale near to one hundred. And
+since then, Mrs. Tomlin, refusing to be comforted, had taken to her bed,
+thus making it necessary for her husband to receive his company in the
+hall.
+
+The callers, who, together with their host, were sitting on the steps,
+moved aside to allow the children to pass. The larger of the gentlemen
+was unpleasantly dirty, with a ragged beard and a shock of red hair. The
+other was a little man with quick black eyes and a pleasant smile.
+Passing these by, the Angel paused on the step above Mr. Tomlin and
+slipped her arms around his neck.
+
+"Pick a back, my Tomlin," she sweetly commanded in the especially
+imperious tones she reserved for Mr. Tomlin's sex, "get up, horsey."
+
+The good-natured giant, for such her Tomlin was, shouldered her as one
+would some precious burden liable to break, grinned, stood up and
+obediently trotted the length of the hall and back.
+
+Joey, meanwhile, legs apart, stood eyeing the visitors attentively.
+"Keep up that kind of talk," the dirty gentleman was urging, "and we've
+got him. He's worth any three of ordinary strength, and he's a favorite
+with the men, too."
+
+Here the horse and his rider returned. "What a got in a pocket for
+Angel?" the young autocrat proceeded to demand when lifted down. Of all
+her masculine subjects in the Tenement, Mr. Tomlin was her veriest
+slave.
+
+He produced a soiled but gay advertising picture. Her ladyship put out
+her hand. "But you must give us a dance fer it," coaxed Mr. Tomlin,
+anxious to display the talent of the Tenement. "She's the young 'un as
+dances at the Op'ry House, the kid is," he explained to his visitors,
+"they've had her pictoor in the papers, too. Miss Bonkowski, the
+chorus-lady upstairs, she's got one of them, came out in a Sunday
+supplement, though I can't say I see the likeness myself."
+
+At this, the two gentlemen, who had seemed decidedly bored than
+otherwise at the interruption, deigned to bestow a moment of their
+attention upon the beautiful child in the faded gingham dress.
+
+"She got skeered to the theyater the other day," put in Joey, "an' most
+cried when they clapped so, an' they promised her anything she wanted if
+she wouldn't next time----"
+
+"And her didn't cwy," declared the baby, turning a pair of indignantly
+reproachful eyes upon Joey, "her danced, her didn't cwy."
+
+"Ain't yer goin' to dance fer us now?" coaxed Mr. Tomlin.
+
+"No," said the Angel naughtily, then relenting at sight of her Tomlin's
+face, "her'll sing, her won't dance."
+
+The pleasant gentleman, thinking, perhaps to please Mr. Tomlin, or maybe
+to get rid of them the sooner, produced a red ribbon badge. "Ef ze will
+sing," he said, showing his white teeth as he smiled, "ze shall hav it."
+
+Turning to view this new party, her ladyship treated him to a brief
+examination, but evidently approving of him, began to sing with no more
+ado:
+
+    "Je suis si l'enfant gate
+      Tra la la la, tra la la,
+    Car je les aime les petits pates.
+      Et les confitures,
+    Si vous voulez me les donner
+    Je suis tres bien oblige,
+      Tra la la la, tra la la,
+      Tra la la la, tra la la."
+
+Only a word here and there could have been intelligible, but their
+effect upon the pleasant gentleman was instantaneous. He broke into a
+torrent of foreign exclamations and verbosity, showing his teeth and
+gesticulating with his hands.
+
+A strange light came into the baby's face and she held out her arms to
+the little man entreatingly. "Oui, oui," she cried, a spot of red
+burning on each cheek, "you take Angel to her mamma, take Angel to her
+mamma!"
+
+But here the door of the Tomlin's room opened hastily, and the neighbor
+who was sitting with the sick woman thrust out her head. "She's talkin'
+mighty wild an' out her head," she said, "you'd better come to her."
+
+Mr. Tomlin rose hastily, while the dark little man, yielding to the
+child's entreaties, took her in his arms.
+
+But the red-headed gentleman laid a dirty hand on Mr. Tomlin's arm.
+"Just as I was saying," he said, as if resuming a broken-off
+conversation, "no doctor, no medicine. Why? No work, no wages. Why? The
+heel of the rich man grinding the poor to the earth."
+
+Mr. Tomlin hesitated.
+
+"It's entirely a meeting of Union men. No violence advocated. A
+mass-meeting to discuss appointing committees to demand work."
+
+"Ze outcry of ze oppressed," put in the pleasant gentleman, looking out
+from behind the Angel's fair little head, and showing his white teeth in
+his smile, "in zer union ees zere only strength."
+
+Mr. Tomlin's door opened still more violently. "She's a-beggin' as
+you'll get her some ice," announced the neighbor, "she says she's
+burnin' up."
+
+"God A'mighty!" burst forth the giant, "I ain't got a cent on earth to
+get her nothin'," and he turned toward the two men fiercely, his great
+brows meeting over his sullen eyes, "yes, I'll come, you can count on
+me," and he went in the door.
+
+"Liberty Square by the statue, four o'clock," called the dirty gentleman
+after him, while the pleasant gentleman put the Angel hastily down.
+"Adieu, mon enfant," he cried, showing his teeth as he smiled back over
+his shoulder, and followed his companion down the stairs.
+
+In time Joey and his weeping charge also reached the bottom. Not a word
+of the conversation had escaped the sharp ears of the Major. "It's past
+two, now," he soliloquized, "an' he said Liberty Square, four o'clock. I
+know where the statoo is. Yer follows the cars from front of th' arm'ry
+an' they goes right there, 'cause that's where the Cap'n's office is.
+Don'tcher cry no more, Angel," with insinuating coaxing in his tones,
+"I'll take yer there if yer wanter go."
+
+The Angel slipped her hand in his obediently, and the two forthwith
+proceeded to leave the neighborhood of the Tenement behind them,
+undeterred by the friendly overtures of Petey O'Malligan and his
+colleagues to join in with their pastimes.
+
+"We ain't got no time fer foolin'," confided Joey, hurrying her along,
+"there'll be flags an' hollerin', an' we wanter get there in time."
+
+On reaching the car line the small Major was obliged to slacken his
+speed, for, while, in a measure, the Angel had caught the spirit of his
+enthusiasm, yet her legs refused to keep pace with his haste.
+
+"Ef yer was still ter heaven, Angel," the Major pondered, as they stood
+on the street corner getting breath, "yerz wouldn't need ter use yer
+legs at all, would yer? Yer'd jus' take out an' fly across this yere
+street, waggins an' trucks an' all, wouldn't yer?"
+
+The Angel cast her eyes upon him doubtfully.
+
+"That's what my mammy tol' me about Angels," Joey declared stoutly.
+
+"Angel didn't a never fly," nevertheless the baby stated with
+conviction.
+
+Joey looked disappointed, and even unconvinced. Then his face
+brightened. "That's 'cause you was too little, like that canary at th'
+Res't'rant what ain't got its feathers yet. You was too little fer yer
+wings to have growed afore you come away," and his lively imagination
+having thus settled the problem, the two continued their way.
+
+"Yer see how it is," he observed presently, evidently having been
+revolving the subject in his busy brain, "ef Mis' Tomlin had th' doctor
+an' some ice, she'd get well, she would, an' Mr. Tomlin, he's goin' to
+this yere meetin' to see about work, so's he can get 'em fer her. But
+'tain't no use fer workin' men to beg for work these yere days," he
+added with a comical air of wisdom. "I heerd Old G. A. R. say, I did, to
+a man what comes ter talk politics wid him, that beggin' th' rich people
+to help yer was jus' like buttin' yer head agin a brick wall, so what
+good's it goin' ter do if he does go?"
+
+The Angel nodded amiably, and slipped her hand in Joey's that she might
+the better keep up. They had passed the region of small shops and were
+passing through a better portion of the city. Before a tall stone house,
+one of a long row, a girl stood singing, while a boy played an
+accompaniment on a harp. As Joey and his charge reached them, a lady,
+with a group of children clustered about her, threw some pennies out
+the window to the young musicians.
+
+"Did yer see that, Angel," demanded Joey, "did yer ketch onter that
+little game? We c'n do that. I c'n whis'le an' you c'n sing, an' we'll
+make 'nough to get Mis' Tomlin th' ice ourselves. If yer do," continued
+the wily Joey, "I tell yer what,--we'll go home on the cable cars, we
+will." And he hurried his small companion along the sunny sidewalks,
+still following the line of the cable cars, until they came to a
+business street again, this time of large and handsome stores. Here,
+before the most imposing, Joey paused, and cast a calculating eye upon
+the stream of shoppers passing in and out. "Now, Angel, sing," he
+commanded.
+
+The footsore, tired Angel, hot and cross, declined to do it. "Her wants
+to sit down an' west," she declared.
+
+"We'll sit down out there on ther curbstone an' rest soon as yer sing
+some," promised the Major. So, taking up their stand on the flagging
+outside the entrance of the big store, the bare-headed Angel, in her
+worn gingham frock, highbred and beautiful as a little princess,
+despite it, struck up with as much effect as a bird's twitter might
+make. Finding that his whistle in no way corresponded to the song, Joey
+wisely contented himself with holding out his soldier's cap.
+
+Two such babies, one with so innocent, and the other with so comically
+knowing a smile, could not but attract attention. Some laughed, some
+sighed, some stopped to question, many dropped pennies and some put
+nickels, and even a dime or two into Joey's cap, while one stout and
+good-humored woman opened the paper bag she carried and put a sponge
+cake in each hand. But at this point, seeing that the policeman in
+charge of the crossing had more than once cast a questioning eye upon
+them, Joey decided to move on. "We'll have ter hurry anyhow," he
+observed, "ter get to ther speakin' in time. If you'll come on, Angel,
+'thout restin', I'll tell yer what,--I'll buy yer a banana, I will,
+first ones we see." And the weary Angel, thus beguiled, dragged her
+tired feet along in Joey's wake.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+The slanting rays from the setting sun were falling across Liberty
+Square, on the statue of that great American who declared all men to be
+created equal, on the sullen faces of hundreds of idle men who stood
+beneath its shadow, listening to speech after speech from various
+speakers, speeches of a nature best calculated to coax the smouldering
+resentment in their hearts into a blaze.
+
+On the outskirts of the park-like square a small boy was urging a
+smaller girl to hurry. "Angel's legs won't go no more," the diminutive
+female was wailing as her companion dragged her along.
+
+Meanwhile the impassioned words of the last oration were being echoed
+and emphasized by mutterings and imprecations. The mob, in fact, was
+beginning to respond, just as its promoters had intended that it should,
+and as their dangerous eloquence continued to pour forth, the emotions
+of the crowd accordingly grew fiercer, louder, until from sullen
+mutterings, the applauding echoes grew to clamor and uproar. And
+following the impassioned harangue of the last speaker upon the
+program--a red-haired gentleman, unpleasantly dirty--the cheers gave
+place to groans, the groans grew to threats, to curses, and the
+confusion spread like the roar of a coming storm.
+
+Suddenly above the noise, came the measured tramp of feet. In the
+momentary lull succeeding, "The police, the police," a voice rang out on
+the silence, and the single cry swelled to a roar from hundreds of
+throats, and as suddenly died away to an expectant silence. At that a
+voice, loud with authority, rang out upon the stillness, "In the name of
+the Commonwealth," the measured words declared, "I command you to
+immediately and peaceably disperse!"
+
+The answer came in a chorus of jeers, hoots, yells of derision, and the
+howling mob began to seize whatever promised to be a weapon of defense
+or attack. Growing in numbers as dusk fell, the crowd now was spreading
+back into the surrounding streets. Merchants who had not already done
+so, were hurriedly closing their stores. The cars were blocked, and foot
+travellers fleeing in all directions. From the thickest of the crowd, a
+mighty creature of bone and muscle, a giant in height and breadth,
+grasping an iron support twisted from a bench, had forced his way out to
+the street, and now was using it to pry up the bricks from the sidewalk,
+which in turn were seized by his companions.
+
+Above the uproar and confusion the voice of authority, ringing out its
+words of command, was heard again.
+
+Head and shoulders above the crowd, the giant stood erect, waving his
+iron bar above his head. "At 'em, men," he cried, "at 'em before they
+fire!"
+
+But as he paused, another cry arose, a frightened, childish wail, that
+came from a very diminutive female clinging to his knees. "My Tomlin,"
+it cried.
+
+The giant's arm dropped, and as the crowd swept on and left him
+standing, Mr. Tomlin looked down to behold the Angel, and holding fast
+to her, the badly frightened but defiant personage of Joey.
+
+The giant caught the Angel up in his arms. "Hold on to my coat," he
+cried to Joey, and speedily, such of the crowd as had not swept by in
+their charge against the police, fell back on either side before Mr.
+Tomlin's mighty fist. Fighting desperately, he reached the edge, and
+seizing Joey, dragged him across the car tracks as the crash of stones,
+the breaking of glass, the sharp crack of firearms, told of the meeting
+of the forces behind him.
+
+Howls of rage, of pain, of defiance answered, followed by further
+crashing of stones and splintering of glass in street lights and car
+windows, and not until they were several squares removed from the scene
+of action did Mr. Tomlin pause. He then laid a heavy hand on Joey. "By
+all that's--" he began.
+
+But Joey was ready for him, and hastily began to pour his earnings from
+his jacket pocket in a pile upon the flagging. "Me an' Angel made it
+a-singin' on the street fer to get ice fer Mis' Tomlin," the wily one
+explained. And the tender-hearted giant, gazing from one small figure to
+the other, forthwith began to sob like a child.
+
+And, oh, the rejoicings of the distracted Tenement when the lost Angel
+was returned! And how Joey was seized and violently threatened to be as
+violently forgiven. Mrs. Tomlin, given ice to her heart's content, fell
+asleep, blessing the Angel for having rescued her husband from the
+almost certain hands of the law. And when, next day, it was learned that
+various and sundry of Mr. Tomlin's friends, among them the red-haired
+gentleman and his dark companion, had been arrested, while Mr. Tomlin
+was safe at home, the Angel became more than ever the pride and idol of
+the Tenement.
+
+"There's some'n' mighty wrong," Mr. Tomlin was heard arguing soon after,
+"for a man with the bone and muscle to 'em as I've got, wantin' work an'
+willin' to do anything, yet havin' to starve--but whatever it is as is
+wrong, I'm thinkin' mobs ain't the way to right it."
+
+"An' if he'd only hed th' sinse to make the furrin' gintleman as could
+talk the gibberish to question th' Angel choild," said Mrs. O'Malligan
+indignantly, "sure an' we moight have larned all about her by this
+toime, entoirely, for there's mony a thing she's tried to tell us an'
+can't for the want of a worrud. But foind me a man of yer as does any
+thinkin' 'thout his woman there to prompt him," she quoth
+contemptuously, "an' I'll foind ye a polaceman as isn't a meddler in
+other folks' affairs, as this yere mob is jist anither provin' of."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+THE MAJOR SUPERINTENDS THE ANGEL'S EDUCATION.
+
+
+"It's a nice, cool morning," said the ever sanguine Miss Bonkowski to
+Joey, one day late in September, "so, if you will give me your solemn
+promise--" and Miss Norma paused impressively, emphasizing her words
+with nods of her blonde head, "not to go to any speakings, nor yet to
+the dock to fish, nor to any fires, or to a procession, even if it's
+right around the corner," and Miss Norma drew breath as she finished the
+enumerating of his various exploits, "why, Angel here can play with you
+until Mary Carew comes down to get her."
+
+The Major--his cap a little more battered, his belt somewhat the worse
+from constant wear, but clean as to face and hands, having just emerged
+from the morning inspection of the Armory janitor, better known to the
+neighborhood as Old G. A. R.--treated Miss Bonkowski to a salute and a
+confidential wink, and edged up to the smiling Angel's side. "Yer jus'
+leave her wid me," he responded reassuringly, "an' I ain't goin' to do
+nothin' as ain't square."
+
+And Miss Norma, whose faith in human nature, phoenix-like, ever sprang
+up anew from the blighted hopes of former trust, accordingly turned her
+darling over to Joey and hurried off. "For she's obliged to have some
+one to play with and to get some fresh air somehow," the chorus-lady
+argued for her own re-assuring, though it remains a mystery as to how
+she could deceive herself into considering the garbage-scented
+atmosphere of the neighborhood as fresh, "and Joey's by far the best of
+the lot around here."
+
+Meanwhile, the small subject of all this solicitude, in clean frock and
+smiling good-humor, responded at once to Joey's proposal, and the two
+sat down on the curbstone. In the constant companionship of their two
+months' acquaintance, the little Major's growing interest in the Angel
+had assumed almost fatherly proportions. Hitherto this zeal had taken
+itself out in various expeditions for her entertainment similar to the
+one ending in Mr. Tomlin's rescue. To-day it was produced in the shape
+of a somewhat damaged peach purchased with a stray penny. But the Angel,
+in her generous fashion, insisting on a division of the dainty, Joey at
+first stoutly declining, weakened and took half, seeing to it, however,
+that his was the damaged side.
+
+"When yer was up there," he observed unctiously as he devoured his
+portion--and he nodded his round little head toward that foggy and smoky
+expanse about them, popularly believed by the population about the
+Tenement to be the abode of angels--"when yer was up there, yer had
+these kinder things every day, didn't yer?"
+
+If her small ladyship's word could be taken for it, in that other life
+still remembered by her, she had everything, even to hoky-poky ad
+libitum, to her heart's content, though her testimony framed itself into
+somewhat more halting and uncertain English.
+
+"What did yer do up there, anyhow?" queried Joey curiously.
+
+"Danced," the Angel declared, daintily devoting herself to her portion
+of the peach, "her danced and--her danced."
+
+This earthly vocation seemed to fail to appeal to Joey's imagination.
+"Nothin' else?" he demanded anxiously. "Didn't yer never do nothin'
+else?"
+
+But the Angel had fallen to poking the green contents of the gutter with
+a stick, and seemed to find the present more fascinating to contemplate
+than the past.
+
+"Didn't yer never go nowhere?" persisted Joey.
+
+"Her went to school," the Angel admitted, or so it sounded to Joey.
+
+"What 'ud yer do at school?" he inquired.
+
+"Danced," was the Angel's unmistakable announcement.
+
+Joey looked disgusted, but soon recovered and fell to revolving a new
+idea in his fertile young brain.
+
+"I know where there is a school," he remarked. "I've never went, but I
+hung on ter the window-sill an' looked in, an' if yer went ter school
+up there, yer oughter be goin' down here, see!" And forthwith Joey
+arose.
+
+Amiable as her small ladyship usually was, on this occasion, seeing
+determination written on Joey's small countenance, she rebelled. "Angel
+yants to stay here," the young lady declared, continuing to poke at the
+contents of the gutter.
+
+"I don't wanter make her cry," argued Joey wisely, then cast about in
+his mind for an inducement. "They have parties to that school, they do,"
+finally he observed, "fer I seen 'em settin' 'round tables an' eatin'
+one day."
+
+The guileless infant rose to the bait at once, and dropped her stick and
+slipped her confiding hand in Joey's. "Angel likes to have parties," she
+declared, and thus lured on, she forthwith followed Joey down the
+street.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+"Some one to see me," repeated pretty Miss Stannard, of the Darcy
+College Settlement's Free Kindergarten, and laying down her blocks she
+went to the door.
+
+On the steps outside the entrance stood a small, chubby-cheeked boy
+smiling up out of knowing brown eyes from beneath a soldier's cap many
+sizes too large for him, while behind him stood a slender, graceful
+child with wonderful shining hair, and eyes equally as smiling.
+
+The small boy treated the tall, pretty young lady to a most confiding
+nod and a wink. "I've brought her ter school," he remarked.
+
+"Oh, have you?" returned the young lady laughing, "then I'd better
+invite you in, I suppose," and she led the way toward the entry-room
+where hung some dozens of shabby hats and bonnets. "And what is your
+name?" she inquired.
+
+"Her name is Angel, it is," responded the little fellow briskly, with
+emphasis on the pronoun, as if to let the young lady understand at once
+that her interest need extend no further than to the prospective pupil.
+
+"Didn't a know I are Angel?" queried the smiling cherub with her
+accustomed egotistical surprise.
+
+"And what is your other name?" questioned Miss Stannard smiling.
+
+"She ain't got no more," returned the escort succinctly.
+
+"And what is yours?"
+
+"Mine--oh, I'm just the Major, I am," with off-hand loftiness.
+
+"Indeed? And where do you live, Major?"
+
+"Fourth Reg'ment Arm'ry," responded the Major glibly.
+
+"And the little girl,--Angel--you said--"
+
+The Major looked somewhat surprised, "They come from Heaven,--Angels do,
+yer know," he remarked, staring a little at the tall young lady's want
+of such knowledge.
+
+"Yes," responded the pretty lady gently, "but where is she living now?"
+
+"Round by me," said the small boy briefly, showing some restlessness.
+
+"With her father and mother?"
+
+The Major, staring again, shook his head, and poor Miss Stannard,
+despairing, of learning anything definite from this source, asked if he
+would take her there after Kindergarten, and began to untie the little
+girl's cap.
+
+Evidently gratified at this attention to his charge, the Major said that
+he would, and followed the two into the large, sunny room adjoining.
+"The children are just going on the circle," said the pretty young lady,
+"won't you take my other hand and go too."
+
+The Major drew back hastily. "She's come ter school," he declared
+indicating the Angel, "there ain't no school in it fer me. I'm a sojer,
+I am."
+
+"Then have a chair, sir, and watch us," said the young lady, with amused
+eyes, as she brought out a little red chair with polite hospitality.
+
+The young gentleman graciously accepting it, the Angel was forthwith
+borne away to join the circle of children about the ring, and to Miss
+Stannard's surprise, with no more ado, joined in the game like one
+familiar with it all, waving her small hands, singing gaily and, when
+her turn arrived, flitting gaily about the circle until the sash strings
+of her little faded dress sailed straight out behind her.
+
+And the game at an end, without waiting for direction or guidance, the
+newcomer marched with the other children about the big room and took
+her place with them at one of the tables spread with entrancing green
+and yellow papers. And here, absorbed in directing the work at her own
+table, and her two assistant teachers equally absorbed at theirs, Miss
+Stannard was presently aroused by a nudge from 'Tildy Peggins, the
+freckle-faced young person employed in a capacity of janitress and
+nursery maid.
+
+"Look a-yonder to that young willain, Miss Ruth," urged 'Tildy, whose
+sentiments regarding the infant populace refused, despite all the
+efforts of her employers, to be tempered by Kindergarten views.
+
+Miss Stannard looked up hastily, and so did the twenty pairs of eyes
+about her table.
+
+From the depths of one pocket the Major had produced a cigarette, and
+from the mixed contents of another he had extracted a match, and as the
+twenty pairs of eyes fell on him, a fascinating curl of blue smoke was
+just issuing from his lips.
+
+'Tildy Peggins folded her arms on her flat chest and gave vent to a
+groan. Already, with her gloomy views on Kindergarten regeneration
+versus innate depravity, she foresaw the contamination of every
+half-subjugated small masculine in the room.
+
+Miss Stannard, with a shake of her head at 'Tildy, coughed slightly.
+Instantly the eyes of the school left the Major and fixed themselves
+expectantly on her pretty face.
+
+"I thought you wanted to be a soldier, Major," she observed, addressing
+the small gentleman.
+
+"I is goin' to be," returned that unabashed gentleman, calmly sticking a
+thumb in his belt, and in so doing pushing his jacket aside, so as to
+further expose the military trappings about his round little person,
+"I's a-goin' to be a sojer in the Fourth Regiment."
+
+"No, indeed," said Miss Ruth, "the members of the Fourth Regiment are
+gentlemen, and a gentleman would never have smoked in here without
+asking if he might."
+
+The Major looked somewhat moved out of his usual imperturbability. The
+curl of offending smoke ceased.
+
+"I know a soldier," Miss Ruth went on calmly, "and what is more, he is a
+member of the Fourth Regiment, but he never would have done such a
+thing as you are doing."
+
+The cigarette trembled in the Major's irresolute fingers.
+
+"And even if you had asked first," the steady voice went on, "I would
+have said no, for such a thing as smoking is never allowed in this
+room."
+
+The Major's irresolute brown eyes met Miss Stannard's resolute brown
+ones. Then the cigarette went out the open window behind him and the
+work at the tables went on.
+
+Presently Miss Ruth looked up again. "Won't you come," she said
+pleasantly, touching a pile of the gay papers. "Are you not tired?"
+
+The Major shook his head decidedly. "No, he would not," and finding a
+chip among the apparently inexhaustible stores of his pockets, he next
+produced a knife boasting an inch of blade and went to whittling upon
+'Tildy's immaculate floor.
+
+Miss Ruth saw it all, and presently saw the chip fall to the floor and
+the round head begin to nod. Then, with 'Tildy Peggins' gloomy and
+disapproving eye upon her at this act of overture, she crossed the room.
+"Major," said Miss Ruth, just a little plaintively, perhaps, "do you
+suppose you could do something for me?"
+
+The Major was wide awake on the instant.
+
+"These papers," explained Miss Ruth, while 'Tildy from her work of
+washing windows, shook her disapproving head, "put all like this in a
+pile on the table here, and all like this over here, and this
+color,--here," and before Miss Stannard had gotten over to her table
+again, the Major was deep in the seductive fascinations of Kindergarten.
+
+It was when the three teachers, with 'Tildy's help, had at last
+distributed the sixty hats, hoods, and caps, and started the loitering
+groups on their homeward ways, that pretty Miss Stannard, putting on her
+own hat, addressed her new pupils. "Now, Major, I am ready," she said,
+and the three accordingly turned their steps toward the neighborhood of
+the Tenement.
+
+Miss Ruth's small escort had quite an idea of the proper thing to do,
+and pointed out the landmarks as the three went along, the Angel's
+friendly hand slipped confidingly into that of her new friend.
+
+"I did hear as so many died in this yere house of the fevers this
+summer," Joey remarked cheerfully, pointing to a wretched-looking
+tenement building they were passing; "they'll give yer a room there now
+fer nothin' to git a good name fer the house agin."
+
+Miss Ruth shivered as they passed.
+
+The Major next nodded toward a dingy saloon. "Here's where I take a
+schooner an' a free lunch sometimes," he remarked confidentially.
+
+The tall young lady's brown eyes danced as she glanced down at the small
+person of the Major. "And how old are you, Major?" she inquired.
+
+"Ha'f pas' seven, the Cap'n an' Old G. A. R., they say."
+
+"The Captain? Old G. A. R.?"
+
+"Uh, huh! The Cap'n's a good 'un, he is. He gim' me these yere togs, he
+did, an' he told Old G. A. R. I might sleep to th' Arm'ry, see?"
+
+Miss Ruth saw, and was just about to pursue the subject of Old G. A. R.,
+when the Angel dropped her hand and with a gleeful cry ran ahead, and
+Miss Stannard looked up to behold two females bearing down upon them.
+Miss Bonkowski and Mrs. O'Malligan in fact, nor did they pause in their
+haste, until the Angel was safe in Norma's embrace and the Major
+anything but safe, in the clutches of the irate Irish lady.
+
+"An' it's yerself, ye limb, an' plaze to tell us whut ye mane by it?"
+the loud-voiced Mrs. O'Malligan demanded, "a-runnin' off with the
+childer agin, an' the whole Tiniment out huntin' an' her niver to be
+found at all, at all?"
+
+But the sweet-faced, tall young lady coming to his rescue, the two women
+softened, and reaching the Tenement, insisted on Miss Stannard coming
+in, and hearing the Angel's story.
+
+And on the way up to Miss Bonkowski's apartment, she learned that the
+Tenement, that morning, had been convulsed from cellar to garret, by the
+great honor bestowed upon it. For who but the Prima Donna, the Great
+Personage of Norma's professional world, had just driven away in her
+carriage after a visit of an hour and the Angel never to be found at
+all!
+
+"An' ma'am," explained Mary Carew, her bony face swollen with crying,
+when Miss Stannard had been installed in one of the two chairs of the
+apartment, "an' ma'am, it was fer th' Angel she come. A offerin' Norma
+an' me anything we'd name to give her up, such a fancy as she's taken to
+her, an' wantin' her fer her own."
+
+"And you, what did you say?" asked Miss Ruth, gently, watching Mary with
+tender eyes as she held the beautiful, chattering little creature so
+jealously in her arms, and thinking as she watched, of the life and
+reputation commonly accorded the great singer.
+
+"Say?" came from Miss Bonkowski quickly, her befrizzled blonde tresses
+fairly a-tremble with her intensity, and sticking the hat-pin recklessly
+in and out of the lace hat she had taken off, "what did we say, you ask,
+and knowing, as you and every body must, the kind of life and future it
+would mean for a child that takes to things like this 'n does! With all
+her money and her soft, winning ways, it is better, far better, for the
+child with her disposition, to starve along with Mary an' me, than grow
+up to that, if it was nothing more to be afraid of than being left to
+servants and hotel people and dragged around from place to place in such
+a life as it is. Not that I mean, ma'am," and Miss Bonkowski spoke with
+quick pride, "that being in the profession need to make any body what
+they shouldn't be, for I know plenty of 'em of the best, and am one
+myself, though only a Chorus, but what with what's said about this one,
+even with her good heart and generous ways, she's not the one to have
+our Angel, though she meant it for the best."
+
+"An' she said," Mary Carew took it up, "as how Norma's gettin' old, and
+'ll be dropped afore long from the Chorus, an' she offered her, she did,
+in this very room, a' here before me, to buy out a Costumer as is
+leavin' the business, an' start Norma in for herself, along of her
+knowin' how to run a business such as that."
+
+"And oh girls," declared Miss Stannard as she told this part of the
+story to her assistant teachers afterward, "it was the bravest thing
+I've met among the poor people yet. Think of the courage of those two
+women, with poverty grimmer than they have yet known, ahead of them in
+all probability, yet determined to resist the temptation because they
+are assured it is not well for the child. Picture making jean
+pantaloons, year in, year out, at barely living wages, yet having the
+courage to put the matter so resolutely aside. After that, I could not
+bring myself to tell them they had done wrong in the beginning in not
+notifying the authorities. Of course there is some mystery about it. I
+cannot for a moment accept their explanation of it. The child, beyond
+question, is well born and has been carefully trained. And she goes
+about among all the strange, queer inmates of that Tenement house as
+fearlessly as a little queen. But, oh, the one that is a chorus-singer!
+If you could see her! So lean, so sallow, so airy and full of manner.
+But I will never laugh at another elderly chorus-singer again in my
+life, she is grand, she's heroic," and the pretty Kindergartner
+threaded gay worsteds into needles with a vigor which lent emphasis to
+her words.
+
+"She's powerful stuck up, too," asserted the gloomy tones of 'Tildy
+Peggins, and she shook her mournful head, as she moved about
+straightening the disordered room for the next day, "there's a man lives
+in our Tenement wanted to keep comp'ny with her, but, la, she tossed her
+yellow head at his waffle cart, she did, an' she said if he'd had a
+settled h'occupation she might a thought about it in time, but she
+couldn't bring herself to consider a perambulating business, an' that
+was all there was to it. La, maybe she is grand an' 'eroic, but she's
+got a 'aughty 'eart, too, that woman has!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+MISS RUTH MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF OLD G. A. R.
+
+
+The Angel, as the cooler weather came on, being suitably clothed by Miss
+Stannard and the invisible though still generous Mrs. Tony, and the good
+ladies of the Tenement seeing that she was properly fed, her little
+ladyship continued to thrive, and to pursue her way, sweet and innocent,
+in the midst of squalor, poverty and wickedness such as Mary and Norma
+could not always hide, even from her baby eyes.
+
+True to the promise these ladies had made, she appeared regularly at
+Kindergarten in the charge of her faithful squire, the Major, whose own
+interest in the daily work had never flagged since the day he first
+agreed to help Miss Stannard.
+
+It was with surprise, therefore, that, late in November, Miss Ruth
+noted the absence of the two for several successive days.
+
+"Childern's obliged to get wore out fiddlin' with beads an' paper an'
+such, in time," said the perverse and unconverted 'Tildy Peggins.
+"That's the reason they's constant droppin' off, an' new ones comin' in.
+There ain't enough willainy in Kindergarten to keep their minds
+h'occupied. They's pinin' for the streets long afore you'd h'ever
+believe it,--their 'earts ain't satisfied with beads and paper,
+childern's obliged to have a little willainy mixed in."
+
+But despite 'Tildy's pessimistic views, on the fifth morning of their
+absence, Miss Ruth had just determined to send around to the Tenement,
+when a knock summoned her to the door.
+
+Outside stood the smiling Angel, in her little winter cloak and hood,
+her hand in that of a very large, very grizzled, and very
+military-looking man, who greeted Miss Stannard with a salute reminding
+her at once of Joey.
+
+"What has become of my friend, the Major?" she inquired, ushering them
+into the school-room.
+
+"Joey couldn't come," explained the Angel, mournfully.
+
+"It was to tell you about him, ma'am, I stepped around," replied the
+man, gazing admiringly about the bright room, with its pictures, its
+growing plants, its tables, and dozens of little red chairs. "It is a
+pretty place now, I must say, and it's no wonder the little chap likes
+to come here. He's been that worried, and fretting so about the little
+one not getting to school, that I promised him I'd march her 'round here
+every day if he'd call a halt on his fretting."
+
+"He is sick, then?" Miss Ruth inquired.
+
+"Well, it didn't seem as if it was enough to lay him off duty,"
+responded the man, as he regarded Miss Ruth with friendly gaze; "he's a
+knowin' little shaver, the Major is, and great on tryin' to help me."
+
+"Are you the friend that he calls Old G. A. R.?" inquired Miss Ruth,
+with sudden intuition, as she smiled back into the weather-beaten face.
+
+The old soldier chuckled. "He's told you about that, has he?
+'Old G. A. R.!' Great name, ain't it?"
+
+"Why does he call you by it?"
+
+"Grand Army of the Republic, ma'am. I'm a member, and I reckon I do
+anecdote about it overmuch at times. The Reg'ment round there, they
+dubbed me that."
+
+"And the Major?"
+
+"That's right, ma'am, for'ard march! I'm gettin' to it. He was in the
+Arm'ry with me, the other day, a-pretendin' to help me clean up, and he
+fell off one of the cannon he was monkeyin' round. He didn't seem so bad
+hurt, at first, but somehow, after I come to think it over, he hasn't
+seemed to want to move round since, so I lay it to that."
+
+"Have you had a doctor to see him?" asked Miss Ruth, waving the groups
+of arriving children on to 'Tildy's care.
+
+"No, ma'am, I haven't. The officer that took the fancy to the little
+chap and pays for his eatin' along with me at the restaurant, he's been
+out of town for six weeks, and after leaving the baby here, I am on my
+way to his office now, to see if he has got back," and he stepped toward
+the door.
+
+"I will take Angel home and stop by there and see Joey," said Miss Ruth.
+
+"We'll be happy to have you, ma'am," and with a salute, the old soldier
+marched out the door.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+"Indade, Miss Ruthie, an' it's proud I am to go wid ye," said Mrs.
+O'Malligan some hours later, in response to Miss Ruth's request to go
+over to the Armory with her, "just ye wait till I starts the Angel
+choild up the steps," and Mrs. O'Malligan accordingly, was soon
+accompanying Miss Ruth through the big door of the Armory.
+
+The old soldier met them and led the way into a neat box of a room, very
+orderly, very spotless. Here, on a cot, lay the Major, his eyes turned
+to meet them expectantly. It was quite pitiful to see how these few days
+had changed him into the white little chap looking up from the pillow.
+
+"Well, Major," began Miss Ruth, cheerily, and at sound of her bright,
+animated voice, a figure in the shadow on the other side of the cot
+looked up.
+
+"Why, Mr. Dilke," cried Miss Ruth, at sight of the young and very
+properly attired gentleman who stood up to greet her.
+
+The young gentleman came round and shook hands with evident pleasure.
+"So you are the wonderful '_Teacher_,' Miss Stannard?"
+
+"And you are the '_Cap'n_'?" retorted Miss Ruth.
+
+Here the Major, as he would have phrased it, "caught on." "She said yer
+was a gentleman what wouldn't a-smoked before ladies, she did,"
+volunteered Joey.
+
+Miss Ruth blushed and laughed and blushed again. "Well, he wouldn't,
+Joey," she reiterated stoutly.
+
+Whereupon the boyishly smooth face of Mr. Dilke colored too, and being
+very big and blonde and diffident, he blushed very red indeed, while
+Joey, seeing something up, tried to wink his roguish eyes but failed for
+very weakness and found them full of tears instead.
+
+"Where does it hurt?" asked Miss Ruth gently, leaning over him.
+
+The Major winked indignantly. "Sojers aint goin' to make no fuss if
+does hurt, Old G. A. R. he says so!"
+
+Old G. A. R. in the background gave vent to a sudden chuckle. "Obey your
+superior officers, Major, afore anything," he corrected.
+
+"Faith I'll jist take him in me lap an' say whir he's hurted for
+meself," said Mrs. O'Malligan briskly and forthwith laid her energetic
+hand upon the little fellow. At her well meant but rough handling, the
+child cried out, turning white to the lips.
+
+"Howly Mither, forgive me," cried Mrs. O'Malligan.
+
+Miss Ruth turned away to hide her tears. "Have you had a doctor yet?"
+she inquired.
+
+"No, I had just gotten here a moment ahead of you," explained Mr. Dilke.
+
+"Well," said Miss Ruth, decidedly, "whether it proves serious or not, he
+ought to go to St. Luke's and be properly nursed, and if there happens
+to be a free cot vacant, I will have no trouble getting him in."
+
+Mr. Dilke turned quickly. "Don't stop for that," he said, "use me,--I
+mean,--don't let the cost of it interfere,--I'll be very glad,--you
+know----"
+
+Miss Ruth beamed at the young man whom she knew to be very rich indeed.
+"Just take charge of a Free Kindergarten, Mr. Dilke, if you ever really
+want to properly appreciate your blessings and privileges," she said, "I
+am never so sordid in my desire for wealth, as when I stand helpless,
+with the knowledge of the suffering around me, that money can remedy or
+at least, alleviate."
+
+"Let me walk with you to St. Luke's," begged Mr. Dilke, "and you can
+tell me something more about it all if you will." And leaving Joey to
+Mrs. O'Malligan, until their return, the two started off.
+
+"You've evidently been very good to Joey," Miss Stannard remarked
+graciously, as they went along.
+
+Mr. Dilke blushed furiously, "Who? I? No more than the other men in the
+Regiment. Now a fellow could hardly help liking the little chap, could
+he?" and he regarded his pretty companion as if seeking justification in
+her answer.
+
+"How did it ever begin?" inquired Miss Stannard.
+
+"Through the old man--the janitor, you know. The boy's mother was a
+daughter of a dead soldier, comrade to Old G. A. R. Good for nothing
+husband, and that sort of thing, you know, and always runnin' to Old G.
+A. R. for protection and help too, I suspect. When she died, the old
+fellow didn't have the money, and appealed to some of us fellows to help
+bury her. And then, it turned out, here was the boy. First we agreed to
+his staying at the Armory a day or so, then a week, then longer, and by
+that time the knowing little monkey had made his own cause good. Here we
+are,--and we'll just arrange, while here, to take a doctor back with
+us."
+
+It was late that afternoon that Miss Ruth, having remained to see the
+Major safely asleep after his removal to St. Luke's Hospital, came down
+the steps of that institution with her pretty eyes all dim with crying,
+the doctor's words ringing in her ears, "Poor little chap," he had said,
+"it's merely a question of time."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+THE ANGEL MEETS AN OLD FRIEND.
+
+
+A few days later Mrs. O'Malligan, in her best attire, and Miss
+Bonkowski, also gotten up regardlessly even to an added bloom upon her
+cheeks, sallied forth in the face of the first snowfall, to take the
+Angel to St. Luke's Hospital, where, by appointment, Miss Ruth was to
+meet them.
+
+When in time they reached the building and Miss Stannard led the way up
+to the Children's Ward, a white-capped nurse came forward between the
+rows of little beds each with its child occupant, her finger on her
+lips. "He is so much weaker to-day," she explained, "I would say he had
+better not see any one, except that he will fret, so please stay only a
+few moments," and she led them to where Joey lay, his white bed shut off
+from his little neighbors by a screen. His eyes were closed and a young
+resident physician was standing by the bed.
+
+"We thought he was going for a while this morning," whispered the nurse,
+but, low as she spoke, the Major heard. A ghost of a twinkle was in his
+brown eyes as they opened and sought the doctor's. "I fooled 'em that
+time, didn't I, Doc?" he demanded, and one trembling lid attempted its
+old-time wink.
+
+"You wanted Angel, Joey dear," said Miss Ruth, "and she has come to see
+you."
+
+The Angel's face was full of doubt and trouble, her eyes dark with
+gathering tears. Frightened at this something she half-divined, but
+could not understand, she drew near doubtfully. "Angel loves her Joey,
+her does," she asserted, however, as if in refutation of her fears.
+
+"Show her--my--gun," whispered Joey, and from the table where his eyes
+could feast upon it, the nurse lifted a small rifle.
+
+"The Cap'n give it ter me,--so I could be a--member of th'
+Reg'ment--_now_--see? Ain't it a dandy--Angel?"
+
+The child nodded gravely, but all the while her little breast was
+heaving with the gathering sobs. Seeing Miss Norma also in tears, Miss
+Ruth motioned her to take the Angel ahead, and leaving Mrs. O'Malligan
+speaking to the nurse, Miss Ruth followed slowly after, talking with the
+doctor as she went.
+
+A moment later, the ward was startled by a cry from the hall beyond,
+"Yosie,--Angel's Yosie!"
+
+Miss Ruth and the doctor hurried out. In the hall in a rolling chair sat
+a young woman to whose knees the Angel was clinging, amid sobs and
+little cooing cries of joy. "Yosie, Angel's Yosie."
+
+"Poor girl!" ejaculated the young doctor, "this may lead to her
+identification. We do not even know her name," he explained to Miss
+Stannard. "A case of paralysis,--almost helpless. Never has spoken since
+brought here. Yes," in answer to Miss Ruth's eager inquiries, "she has
+gotten so that she can make signs for yes and no."
+
+At once Miss Stannard turned to the girl, from whose lap Norma was
+trying to draw the expostulating Angel. "Do you know Angel?" she asked,
+her hand on the child as she spoke.
+
+There was a slight affirmative droop to the eyelids, while the gaze
+beneath was fixed imploringly on Miss Ruth.
+
+"Are you Rosy?" she asked.
+
+"My Yosie, it _is_ my Yosie!" declared the Angel, with one of her little
+bursts of baby rage, pulling away from Norma and stamping her foot,
+frantic that any doubt should exist.
+
+At this point, Mrs. O'Malligan, who had been following in her
+comfortable fashion, unconscious of any excitement, drew near. Suddenly
+there was an excited cry from that lady. "Howly Mither, an' it's Mrs.
+Buckley's own sister, Rosy O'Brien, fer sure!"
+
+The wild eyes of the sick girl turned towards Mrs. O'Malligan with signs
+of recognition. The doctor repeated his story.
+
+"She must have been Angel's nurse," said Miss Stannard.
+
+"An' was it the darlint's nurse ye war, Rosy O'Brien?" inquired Mrs.
+O'Malligan.
+
+"Yes," signalled the eyelids, whereupon Mrs. O'Malligan, swaying her
+body to and fro, and clapping her hands, burst forth suddenly, "I say
+through wid it all, I say through wid it all! Ye brought the Angel
+choild to the Tiniment wid ye to say your sister, now, didn't ye, Rosy,
+me jewel?"
+
+The good Irish lady waited for the affirmative droop from the eager
+eyes.
+
+"An' maybe ye found the door locked, an' not knowin' yer sister had
+moved away an' Miss Johnson, what goes to the car stables a-cleanin' by
+the day, livin' in her room now, ye set the choild down in the empty
+room a-nixt to it, an' run down to ask me as to whir yer sister had
+gone, now, didn't ye, Rosy O'Brien?" and Mrs. O'Malligan's garlanded
+bonnet fell over one ear in the good soul's excitement.
+
+Thus far apparently she was right.
+
+"An' I wasn't to home, for sure I niver seen ye," ventured Mrs.
+O'Malligan, her hands now on her hips as she gazed at the girl and
+pondered.
+
+She was right again.
+
+"An' what happened thin, I niver can say no further!"
+
+The doctor, referring to a note book, spoke next. "She was brought
+here," he said, "on the seventh of last July, about six o'clock in the
+evening, having been knocked down by a horse at the corner of Camden and
+Lisiden Streets."
+
+"Whist!" cried Mrs. O'Malligan, her shawl fallen to the floor, her
+bonnet now hanging by the strings down her back, "that's our own corner,
+an' it's as plain to me now as the nose on yer face! Not findin' me to
+home, ye were runnin' over to the grocery to find out from yer sister's
+husband's brother Bill whativer had become of the family!"
+
+The sharp Irish lady had hit it again, and Miss Ruth here interrupted to
+ask Miss Bonkowski if she could remember the date on which the child had
+been found in the vacant room. After some thought and debate, Miss Norma
+declared it to have been on the morning of the eighth of July, because
+her own birthday came on the fifteenth and she remembered remarking the
+child had then been with them a week.
+
+But here the whole party came to a standstill, and the wild, imploring
+look came back in poor Rosy O'Brien's eyes.
+
+The doctor laid his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't fret, my
+girl, it will all come right now in time. It is no wonder," turning to
+Miss Stannard, "she has been so slow getting better. I have said a
+hundred times the girl had something on her mind."
+
+Miss Ruth turned to Rosy again. "Does the child's mother, or do her
+people live here in the city?" she inquired.
+
+The eyelids failed to move, which according to the doctor meant _no_.
+
+"What will we do," sighed Miss Ruth, "for the more the child is asked,
+the more perplexed we get, and now----"
+
+"Sure an' we'll ask Mrs. Buckley, Rosy's sister, an' she'll tell us all
+about it," said the practical Mrs. O'Malligan. "I remember well of her
+tellin' me of the foine wages Rosy was a-gittin; along of her goin' off
+so fur wid some rich lady as a nurse."
+
+At this hopeful point the doctor interfered, thinking best to prevent
+any further exciting of his patient, and accordingly wheeled her back
+to her ward, leaving the others to soothe the terror of the child, at
+seeing hope vanish with Rosy.
+
+Pausing outside the big hospital in a trembling and excited little
+group, Miss Stannard detailed her plans. As the snow was coming down
+steadily, Miss Bonkowski should return to the Tenement at once with the
+excited, sobbing child, and Mrs. O'Malligan should take Miss Ruth to
+find Mrs. Buckley, the sister of poor Rosy O'Brien.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+"And do you know," explained Miss Ruth that evening, to Mr. Dilke, who
+had fallen into a way of calling quite frequently indeed, of late, "and
+do you know, this woman, this Mrs. Buckley would not believe us, but
+insisted that her sister, Rosy O'Brien, as well as the child her sister
+had nursed, were drowned in that terrible ferry-boat disaster last July.
+After what seemed to me hours of catechising, I got the story from her.
+
+"A year ago, as I finally found out, her sister, this same Rosy
+O'Brien, went South with a Mr. and Mrs. De Leon Breaux, whose child she
+had been nursing at Narragansett during the summer.
+
+"This spring, Mrs. Buckley, living then in the Tenement where the child
+was afterward found, received a letter from Rosy, saying she would be in
+the city with her mistress for a few days in July on their way to the
+seashore for the summer.
+
+"Meanwhile Mrs. Buckley moved, and being unable to write, left her new
+address with Mrs. O'Malligan. But the summer passing and no Rosy
+appearing, in September Mrs. Buckley grew anxious and got a friend to
+write to the Breaux' address for her, inclosing a letter to Rosy.
+
+"In answer came a reply from Mr. Breaux, which letter Mrs. Buckley
+showed me. It stated that on the seventh of last July Rosy O'Brien and
+the child, '_our little Angelique_,' the letter called her, had been
+drowned while crossing the river on the ferry.
+
+"Mrs. Breaux and her young sister, with Rosy O'Brien and the child, had
+reached the city the day before, having come by steamer from New
+Orleans, their home.
+
+"According to the statement of a waiter at the hotel. Rosy, tired of
+waiting for the return of the two ladies from a shopping expedition, and
+having been promised the afternoon, started off soon after lunch with
+the child, saying that she was going across the river on the ferry to
+see her sister. This was the last seen of them.
+
+"Mr. Breaux hurried North in response to his wife's summons, and some
+days following the ferry disaster, which occurred shortly after the girl
+left the hotel, a body was found in the river, which from its black
+cashmere dress, white apron and plain gold ring, was identified as that
+of poor Rosy.
+
+"The girl had been taken on the recommendation of a former mistress and,
+as so often is the case, the Breaux' knew neither the name nor the
+address of this sister, and having,--in addition to the papers being
+filled with the matter,--advertised in vain, the body was buried and,
+despairing finally of recovering their child's body, they returned
+South. Though don't think," said pretty Ruth suddenly regarding Mr.
+Dilke's attentive face while she laughed, "that I received the story
+from Mrs. Buckley in any such direct fashion. Such people are not only
+illogical and irrelevant, they are secretive,--if ever you have to do
+with them as my work leads me to, you'll understand what I mean. But to
+continue with Mrs. Buckley. In order to convince her that neither Rosy
+nor the child, despite her evidence, were dead, I took her straight back
+to the hospital, and as she then admitted Rosy to be Rosy, any lingering
+doubts were put at rest. And now you see why I was so relieved when you
+came this evening. Mother has no better business head than I have, and I
+want you to help me determine how best to let these Breaux know the
+child is alive."
+
+But Mr. Dilke, though far from a stupid young man, confessed himself a
+little dazed by Miss Ruth's rapid and excited story. Whereupon,
+laughing, she went over it again, adding, "And here is the address and
+the name is De Leon Breaux, and how shall we word the telegram?"
+
+And after much speculation the following was written and sent:
+
+    "Nurse-girl, Rose O'Brien, found in hospital, paralyzed.
+    Child safe and well.
+
+                    "VAN ALSTINE DILKE,
+
+                                  "HOTEL ST. GEORGE."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+MARY CAREW IS TEMPTED.
+
+
+When Norma, on reaching home with the tired child, finished her story,
+which, truth to tell, lost nothing of its dramatic possibilities in her
+telling, Mary Carew looked up with her face so set and white that Norma,
+who had been too intent in her recital to notice the gradual change in
+the other's manner, was startled.
+
+"Don't take on so, Mary," she cried, removing the child's wraps as she
+spoke, "I've always warned you she wasn't any deserted child, haven't
+I?" but there was a real tenderness in Norma's voice as she reminded the
+other of it.
+
+"You'd better get your supper," Mary replied, "it's near time for you to
+be going," and she pushed her work aside and held out her arms for the
+child, her face softening as it did for nothing else in the world.
+
+Tired, cold, dazed with crying, the drooping little soul crept into
+Mary's arms, which closed hungrily and held her close as the sobs began
+to come again.
+
+Unlike her usual self, Mary let Norma prepare the supper unaided, while
+she sat gazing down on the flushed little face pillowed on her arm, and
+drew off the broken shoes, chafing and rubbing the cold, tired feet with
+her hand.
+
+She wanted no supper, she declared shortly in response to Norma's call,
+but on being pressed, came to the table and drank a little tea
+thirstily, and fed the sleepy child from her own plate.
+
+"Now don't take on so, Mary, don't fret about it while I'm gone," Norma
+begged as she hurried off to her nightly duties. "I'll miss her just as
+much as you, if it does turn out that we have to give her up, and for
+the darling's own sake, Mary, we ought to be glad to think she's going
+back to her own."
+
+But Mary, laying the sleeping child down in the crib, burst forth as the
+door closed, "An' it's Norma Bonkowski can tell me I ought to be glad!
+She can tell me that, and then say she'll miss her the same as me! It's
+little then she knows about my feelings,--for it'll be to lose the one
+bright thing outer my life as has ever come in it. 'Go back to her own!'
+Like as not her own's a mother like them fine ones I see on the Avenoos
+as leaves their little ones to grow up with hired nurses. 'Give her
+up--give--her up--' Norma says so easy like,--when every word chokes
+me--" and struggling against her sobs, Mary fell on her knees beside the
+crib, burying her face in the covers, "an' I must go on sittin' here day
+after day sewin', an' my precious one gone; stitchin' an' stitchin', one
+day jus' like another stretchin' on ahead, long as life itself, an' no
+little feet a-patterin' up the stairs, an' no little voice a-callin' on
+me,--nothin' to live for, nothin' to keep me from thinkin' an' thinkin'
+till I'm nigh to goin' crazy with the stitchin'--give her up?"--a wild
+look was on Mary's face as she raised it suddenly, a desperate one in
+her eyes--"I'll not give her up--she's mine----"
+
+For a moment she gazed at the flushed face framed about with the sunny
+hair, then she rose, and, moving about the room with feverish haste,
+she gathered together certain of the garments which hung from nails
+about the walls, and rolled them into a bundle. Then from between the
+mattress and the boards of the bed she drew an old purse, and counted
+its contents.
+
+"Two dollars and seventy-five,--eighty-five, ninety,--that's mine,--the
+rest is Norma's," and she returned the remainder to the hiding-place.
+Then, putting on her own hat and shawl, she lifted the drowsy child,
+still dressed, and slipping on her cloak, rolled her in addition, in the
+shawl found with her that July morning almost five months before.
+
+Then grimly picking up child and bundle, with one guilty, frightened
+look about the room that for so many years had meant home to her, she
+went out the door and hurried cautiously down the steps and out into the
+snowy night.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+It was half-past twelve when Norma Bonkowski, returning, climbed the
+stairs of the Tenement wearily. She was cold, for her clothes were
+thin; she was tired, for the day had been a hard one; she was
+dispirited, for the manager had been more than usually sharp and
+critical of her performance that night.
+
+When she entered her door the room was dark. The lamp had burned itself
+out and the room was filled with the sickening smell. The fire, too, was
+out, save for a few red embers. With a sudden realization that something
+was wrong, Norma groped about the littered mantel-shelf for a match,
+then hastily lit an end of candle. Bed and crib were empty, half the
+nails bare of their garments.
+
+"Gone!" cried Norma, beginning to wring her hands. Intuitively she felt
+what had happened. Desperate at the thought of losing her darling, Mary
+Carew had fled.
+
+But in a moment a re-assuring look replaced the fright on the blue,
+pinched features. "I know Mary better than she knows herself," declared
+the optimistic Norma, "she'll be back," and tossing her blonde head
+resolutely, she threw aside her hat and cape and began to rekindle the
+fire.
+
+"I'll put on the tea-kettle, too," she told herself, "and be real
+comfortable and extravagant for once, and have a cup of tea ready when
+they come," for the good lady had no intention of going to bed, assuring
+herself she would not sleep if she did. So, moving about, she refilled
+the lamp, and drawing the machine nearer the stove, began to sew where
+Mary had left off. "I wonder how she thinks to make a livin'," Norma
+asked herself, smiling grimly, "seein' the machine's left behind. Poor
+Mary! I know her too well, she'll be back before morning."
+
+One, two,--then three, a neighboring church clock tolled, and Norma
+stitched and waited, stitched and waited. Several times she fell asleep,
+her head upon the machine, to awake with a start, hurry to the door and
+listen.
+
+A little before four she heard a step, and running to the door caught
+poor Mary as she staggered in, half-sinking with her burdens. Taking the
+frightened, wailing child and putting her down by the fire, Norma
+dragged Mary to a chair.
+
+"Hush," she commanded, when Mary tried to speak, "I know--I understand,"
+and for once regardless of the child's comfort, she dragged the sodden
+shoes from Mary's feet, drew off the wet skirts and wrapped her in
+anything, everything, warm she could find. By this time Mary was sobbing
+wildly, and Norma, half-distracted, turned to draw the tea and to toast
+some slices of the stale bread she had waiting.
+
+"Now," she said, jerking the table around before Mary, then sitting down
+and taking up the child, "you drink that, Mary Carew, before you dare to
+say one word!"
+
+The child responded promptly to the warmth and food and began to
+chatter. "C'rew did take Angel away, Norma, and it was cold and Angel
+cwied, and C'rew cwied, but the nice lady sang."
+
+"I tried to run off with her," sobbed Mary, "but the Lord stood right in
+my way an' turned me back."
+
+"Whatever do you mean, Mary?" demanded Norma.
+
+"Just that, just what I said. I was a-runnin' off so's to keep her fer
+my own, an' th' Lord stopped me an' sent me back."
+
+The child, nodding on Norma's knee like a rosy little Mandarin, caught
+the sacred name. "I p'ay the Lord mine and Joey's and eve'ybody's soul
+to keep," she murmured with drowsy effort, thinking C'rew was urging her
+to say the little prayer Miss Ruth had taught her.
+
+"He will, He will," said Mary Carew with awed emphasis, "if ever I
+doubted it before, Norma, I know now He will. I had been walkin' a good
+while after I left here, for I had laid my plans hasty-like, to cross
+the river an' get a room on the other side, for I was jus' outer my
+head, Norma, along of the thought of losin' her,--an' as I said, I had
+been walkin' I don' know how long, plannin' as I went, when the darlin'
+woke up, an' begun to cry. An' jus' then a man opened a door to come out
+of a place as had a great sign up, an' in the light as come out with
+him, he caught sight of us.
+
+"'Haven't you no place to go fer shelter, my poor woman?' he says, for I
+was kinder breathless, an' pantin', fer the darlin' an' the bundle was a
+weight to carry. But I was that tired out, I couldn't say nothin' but
+jus' begin to cry. Seem' which he says, 'This is one of the
+All-Night-Missions, come in an' I will see if you may stay until
+morning.'
+
+"Thinkin' as how th' child might be sufferin' with the cold, I follered
+him in, a-plannin' to leave at daylight an' get across the river. I set
+down on a bench where he pointed me, an' when I got my breath I begun to
+look around.
+
+"It was a nice place, Norma, with picters round th' walls an' a good
+fire an' people sittin' round listenin' to a man talkin', an' when he
+stopped, a lady begun to sing a song about some sheep as were lost.
+
+"Angel here, she had stopped crying soon as she got warm, an' now she
+set up, peart an' smilin', pleased to death with the singin'. An' when
+she was done her song, the lady went to talkin', an' right along, Norma,
+she was talkin' straight at me. It mus' have been th' Lord as tol' her
+to do it, else how did she know?
+
+"'Rachel,' says she, an' I reckon this Rachel's another poor such a one
+as me, don't you, Norma?--'Rachel a cryin' for her children an' there
+wasn't any comfort for her because they weren't there!' That's how she
+begun. 'There isn't no love,' she said, 'no love on earth like the love
+a mother has for her child, you might take it away,' she said, 'an' try
+to fill its place with money an' everything good in life, but you can't
+make her stop wantin' her child an' thinkin' about it, not if you was to
+separate them fifty years; or you might try to beat it out of a mother
+or starve it out of her, but if the mother love had ever been there,
+it'd be there still.' That's what she said, Norma. An' she s'posed like
+the child was lost an' she said, 'even if there was a lot of children
+besides that a one, would she stay at home, contented like, with them as
+was safe? No,' she said, 'that mother wouldn't, she'd start out and go
+hunt for the one as was lost,--even to faintin' along the way, till she
+found the child or give up an' died. That's how the Lord cares for
+us'--she said, but I didn't hear no more after that, for I jus' set
+there turned like to stone, goin' over what she said, the darlin' asleep
+again in my lap. An' seems like I must a set there for hours, Norma,
+fightin' against the Lord.
+
+"'An' if you as ain't her mother wants her so,' at last, somethin'
+inside says to me, 'how much more must th' mother what's lost her want
+her?' and at that, Norma, the Lord won an' I got up an' come back with
+the child."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+THE MAJOR OBEYS ORDERS.
+
+
+"He's going fast." So the nurse whispered to Miss Stannard, as with Mr.
+Dilke and Old G. A. R., she came in that December afternoon. As the
+three neared the little bed, shut off by the screens from the rest of
+the ward, they found the Angel already there in the arms of a tall, dark
+gentleman, while by Joey's pillow knelt a slender lady with shining hair
+and grave, sweet eyes like the Angel's.
+
+The Major tried to smile a welcome. "They've come--ter--carry--Angel
+home, they have," he whispered, "her dad--an' her--mammy."
+
+The white hand of the Angel's "Mammy," took Joey's softly and her eyes
+were full of tears. "Joey is going home too," she said.
+
+The Major's eyes wandered questioningly "The big--Angel's--come to get
+th' little Angel--but--my Mammy--ain't come--to get me?"
+
+"She has not come, Joey dear," the soft voice explained, "because she is
+waiting for you. Joey is going to her."
+
+The little voice was very weak now,--very wistful. "Goin'--now?" asked
+the Major.
+
+"Yes, Joey."
+
+His whisper could hardly be understood when after a long pause, he
+spoke again. "I--want--th' Cap'n--ter--gimme--th'--order,--'cause--
+I--b'long--ter--th' Reg'ment."
+
+"What order, Major?" came from the Captain huskily.
+
+"Old--G.--A.--R.--he knows--" the Major's voice could just be caught
+now.
+
+Old G. A. R. who had given the order to those little feet so many times,
+knew and understood, and his big voice rolled out with suspicious
+unsteadiness now,--"Attention--Company!--Forward--" then the old
+soldier's voice broke as the little eyelids fluttered. Old G. A. R.
+could not go on.
+
+"--March!" came softly from Van Alstine Dilke, and with a ghost of his
+old, roguish smile the Major's eyes closed, as he obeyed orders.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+TELLS OF THE TENEMENT'S CHRISTMAS.
+
+
+The Angel had but a week in which to prepare Christmas for the Tenement,
+but with the help of her marshaled forces she did it. With such a
+company of grateful assistants as her Father, her Mother, and the pretty
+young Aunt or "Tante" as the Angel called her, all things seemed
+possible.
+
+A Christmas Tree it was decreed by her small ladyship her Tenement
+should have, and Mrs. O'Malligan's first floor front, failing entirely
+in height or breadth to accommodate it, Mr. Dilke came forward and
+offered Miss Angelique the Armory in the name of the Fourth Regiment.
+
+And such a Tree! How it towered to the oaken roof and lost itself among
+the beams, and laden, festooned, and decorated, how proudly it spread
+its great branches out to the balconies!
+
+Mrs. O'Malligan, alone, of all the Tenement, was let into the secret,
+and when it was finally disclosed, how the hearts of the favored
+fluttered as the Angel delivered her invitations,--every lady, every
+lady's husband, and every son and daughter of the Tenement being bidden
+to come. Not to steal in at the back door, as if the Armory was ashamed
+of its guests, but to walk proudly around the square and enter boldly in
+at the front doors of the building. All of which tended to raise the
+self-respect of the Tenement, whose spirits went up very high indeed.
+
+And on that eventful Christmas Day, when the guests who were bidden had
+arrived, it was discovered that the object most desired of each good
+lady's heart, was to be found on, or around the base of that Tree.
+Perhaps if Mrs. O'Malligan had explained the meanings of the many
+mysterious conferences that had taken place lately in her first floor
+front, the ladies might better have understood.
+
+There was a pretty carpet, as well as lace curtains, long the desire of
+little Mrs. Tomlins' ambition, the set of "chiny" dishes dear to another
+good lady, a dress for this one, a bonnet, a nice rocking chair for
+that,--with new hats, pipes and tobacco around for the men,--and in
+addition for Mr. Tomlin, an entire suit of clothes and an overcoat, did
+that wonderful Tree shed upon his proud shoulders.
+
+Candy, nuts, and fruit were there in abundance, open to all, while the
+children paused,--awed, under a deluge of toys such as their eyes had
+never beheld the likeness of before.
+
+Nor was this all,--for somewhere about that Tree, hung a document, which
+being delivered, revealed to Miss Norma Bonkowski that she was now the
+owner and proprietor of that same Costumer's establishment she had so
+coveted,--while a most innocent and ordinary looking little book bearing
+Mary Carew's name told the secret of a sum of money safely in bank, so
+sufficient that never again need that grim phantom, the poor-house,
+threaten to overshadow the end as it had the beginning of Mary's life.
+
+As for Mrs. O'Malligan,--who had so successfully betrayed the secrets
+of her neighbors, she was the most surprised of all to find her own
+discovered. For, learning that the O'Malligans' savings toward "a house
+of our own over th' river wid a goat an' a bit of a pig-sty," still
+lacked a small sum of being sufficient, the Angel had accordingly
+completed the amount.
+
+And then the Tenement, weary with the accumulations of pleasure and
+surprise, had taken itself home.
+
+No one had been forgotten. Even the sixty little Kindergartens, through
+the combined munificence of Mr. Dilke and the Angel, were, according to
+the gloomy prophecies of 'Tildy Peggins as she waited upon them at the
+feast, "a stuffed to their little stomicks' heverlastin' undoin'." And
+Old G. A. R., from the depths of a new arm-chair, tried to solace his
+lonely old heart with whiffs of fragrant tobacco from a wonderful new
+pipe.
+
+Neither was Joey forgotten in this time of rejoicing, for St. Luke's was
+made glad that Christmas Day when the Fourth Regiment endowed a child
+cot's "In memory of The Little Major."
+
+Even Rosy O'Brien, whose one act of unfaithfulness had been so terribly
+punished, was made happy by the news her little Angelique brought her,
+that now since she was freed of her wearing secret, her health would
+begin to return. And in time it did, and long after, when her tongue
+could again frame its words, she dictated such a letter of contrition
+and remorse to Mrs. Breaux, that that gentle heart's last feelings
+against her were forgotten. In this letter, too, the poor girl related
+the happenings of the afternoon when she left the Hotel.
+
+Allured by the shop windows, she and her charge had stopped so often
+that on reaching the river, they learned of the accident which had just
+taken place in mid-river. At this, the girl had hurried back and crossed
+by the bridge.
+
+On reaching the Tenement finally, and finding her sister's door locked,
+and beginning to feel anxious about returning, on the impulse of the
+moment, that she might go down the faster, being breathless with the
+climb up the steep and broken stairs, she set the tired and sleepy
+child down on her shawl in the adjoining room, whose door stood open,
+and hurried down to find Mrs. O'Malligan and beg a scrap of paper to
+write a few lines to put under her sister's door.
+
+Again Fate was against her. Mrs. O'Malligan's door was locked, and she
+determined to run across to the corner grocery to beg a bit of paper and
+pencil from Mr. Buckley's brother Bill who clerked there, and learn
+something of the absent family. And here, while crossing the street in
+nervous haste, she had been knocked down in a press of vehicles,--and so
+the long chapter of strange accidents was set going.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+A few days after Christmas the prima donna of The Garden Opera House was
+found in her luxurious sitting-room, by her maid, face downward on the
+couch,--in tears, the result of a state of mind, caused, as it proved,
+by a visit from the little Angelique and her beautiful mother.
+
+"How can I ever thank you for your generous impulse," Mrs. Breaux had
+said, in impulsive, sweet fashion, taking the wayward, beautiful, young
+creature's hand in hers, "or how can I ever be grateful enough to the
+good God for surrounding my darling with such love and preserving her,
+as He has done, from the evils of this terrible city," and she had cried
+and trembled even then, with the child there against her knee, calling
+and prattling to the green and yellow parrot on his gilded perch.
+
+"If only some one could have understood all the poor child tried to
+tell," said the prima donna, "but her dear, funny little lisp--"
+
+"It is no wonder they could not," cried the mother in quick exoneration
+of her child's Tenement friends, "her speech was a comical mixture of
+her father's French, my English, and the nurse's Irish brogue,--even Mr.
+Breaux gave up often in despair, and would turn for me to interpret."
+
+It followed, then, that Angelique had been brought to tell the great
+singer good-bye, and in speaking of her first meeting with her at the
+Opera House, the prima donna referred to the child's wonderful grace,
+her poise. "She has more than talent," the professional woman said,
+"she has genius."
+
+"It is a love of motion born in her," replied the mother, "my sisters
+have it before her. Angelique danced actually before she could talk, and
+my sister took her to dancing school and kindergarten when she was
+little more than a baby, because it seemed such a pleasure to the
+child."
+
+And then it so happened the singer was led to speak of her own life, of
+her wretched, motherless childhood, her poverty, the discovery of her
+voice and her subsequent success.
+
+"A success that sometimes seems but ashes in my mouth," she sobbed, as
+the young mother gathered her in her arms and comforted her with words
+which to her impulsive, untaught, undisciplined heart were as "apples of
+gold," and which sank too deep to ever be forgotten. And it was
+following this visit that her maid found her in tears.
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+Pretty Miss Stannard sighed, as with Mr. Dilke in attendance, she was
+walking up from the station, having seen Angelique, her mother, father,
+and Tante off for their southern home. "How nice," she sighed, "for them
+to have been able to show their gratitude as they have; money can do
+anything."
+
+But Mr. Dilke, who, of late had had reason to question the desirability
+of being a rich young man, since the conscientious and analytical young
+person by his side had returned an unfavorable answer to a certain
+matrimonial proposition on his part, alleging her inability to determine
+how far her affections were biased by sordidness. So Mr. Dilke shook his
+head and took a sidelong glance at his companion's pretty profile. "No,
+money cannot," he returned promptly in refutation of her statement, "all
+mine cannot give me the one thing that makes the rest seem worth while."
+
+"Nor would you want that one thing if it could," returned Miss Stannard
+quite as promptly, though what little of her profile Mr. Dilke could
+catch sight of now, so attractive did something prove across the
+way--grew a beautiful rosy red as she spoke,--"no, money could not give
+you that. I've thought and thought until I am quite--convinced--of
+that--though if you just could be poor,--real nice and poverty-stricken
+long enough to test me,--I'd always feel safer--you know----"
+
+And when, in time, a successor was found to supply Miss Stannard's place
+at the Darcy Settlement's Free Kindergarten, it was to see the Angel in
+her beautiful southern home that Mr. Van Alstine took his pretty, young
+wife. And there, whom did they find,--her face all softened and
+transfigured with happiness, tending her beloved charge with jealous
+care--but Mary Carew!
+
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+          *          *          *          *          *
+
+
+Sunbeam Stories and Others.
+
+BY
+
+ANNIE FLINT.
+
+_With cover design by Dora Wheeler Keith, and seven full-page
+illustrations by Dora Wheeler Keith, Meredith Nugent and Izora
+C. Chandler._
+
+_Square, 12mo. Cloth, $1.00._
+
+------
+
+"There is a touch of pure poetic fancy in each of the tales,
+and the sunbeams here invested with life and tiny human forms,
+are lovable and mirth-provoking imps.... The children, too, are
+real children, and there is no mawkish sentimentality, but an
+unforced, tender pathos in the story of little Tom Riley, who
+was 'mos twelve,' but who had a heart big enough for a man, and
+so skilfully is it told that a child may read and miss much of
+the sadness of it. In and out and everywhere play the sunbeams,
+as merry, mischievous and kindly a set of sprites as any in the
+realms of fairyland."--_The Sun_, New York.
+
+In these stories, the Sunbeams are made to talk and laugh and
+play, just like children. They are delightful. Sometimes when
+they are naughty, Father Sun shuts them up in a cloud all day,
+where it is wet and rainy, and then they get good and promise
+not to tease and be bad any more. And then he lets them out,
+and they come down among the flowers and children and make
+everything bright and happy. The fancy is pretty, and we are
+sure the little children will thoroughly enjoy the little
+Sunbeams. Pretty pictures and fine press-work and paper, make
+it a beautiful book.--_Christian Observer_, Louisville, Ky.
+
+"The stories are fascinating--rivalling the best works of
+imagination. For purity and simplicity of style and diction,
+they are classic."--LOCKE RICHARDSON.
+
+------
+
+BONNELL, SILVER & CO.,
+PUBLISHERS,
+24 West 22d Street, New York.
+
+
+
+
+The Log of the Lady Gray.
+
+BY
+
+LOUISE SEYMOUR HOUGHTON.
+
+_Cloth. Price 60 Cents._
+
+------
+
+The "ship's company" that embarked one May morning for a
+holiday cruise on the "cat-boat" _Lady Gray_, consisted
+according to "the log," of the skipper, two cabin-boys, one
+ship's clerk, one small child, and two supernumeraries. The
+ship's clerk, who kept "the log," was a young girl, the small
+child was a much younger girl, and the supernumeraries were two
+dolls, who came in for a fair share of adventure, although they
+did not, like the others, suffer from "short commons," or join
+in the welcome meal of "hoe cake and sorghum," with difficulty
+obtained from the half famished "company." The story is one for
+young people; it is pleasantly told, and will be appreciated,
+especially by those who are interested in good books for
+children.
+
+The "Log of Lady Gray" is a bright little record of the cruise
+of a party in a cat-boat with enigmas, riddles, and other
+verbal amusements to give variety.--_Public Opinion._
+
+The book abounds in fun and frolic, and suggestions of a sweet
+and happy daily life.--_The Evangelist._
+
+The book is full of sprightly good things.--_Herald and
+Presbyter._
+
+------
+
+BONNELL, SILVER & CO.,
+PUBLISHERS,
+24 West 22d Street, New York.
+
+
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